As the black clouds closed in, the oppressive force of powerful spiritual power grew ever heavier.
The faces of many low-cultivation disciples in the city had already turned pale. Some could no longer endure it and collapsed to the ground.
Yet Zhao Yun and the other two remained calm, their eyes gleaming with excitement—the thirst for battle.
Zhao Yun waved his hand, and the Wanze Sect disciples swiftly and orderly retreated, setting up defensive formations throughout the city.
Before long, the black clouds reached the sky above Wanze City. As the clouds gradually dispersed, the figures within were revealed.
An old man in black robes with a sinister face stood in midair. His gaze flashed like lightning as he swept his eyes over the people below, his expression radiating endless majesty and coldness.
Two others stood beside him, equally solemn. Spiritual power fluctuations spread from their bodies and converged, casting a stifling air over the entire sky.
Three Spirit Severing Realm Late Stage experts had descended upon Wanze City together, their momentum astounding.
"You dare injure people from our Xuantian Hall? You have quite the nerve."
The Black Robe Elder roared, his voice echoing over Wanze City like muffled thunder.
Although Ling Jianchen was only at the Spirit Severing Realm Early Stage, he was still considered a rare combat force within Xuantian Hall. Otherwise, he could not have fought Zhao Yun, a Spirit Severing Realm Late Stage cultivator, for so long.
Though Zhao Yun had held back somewhat while fighting within Wanze City, Ling Jianchen's strength truly was not weak.
Without the slightest fear, Zhao Yun stepped forward and pointed his spear at the Black Robe Elder. "You brought this upon yourselves. Who can you blame? You tried to use our Wanze Sect to fight the Dagan Dynasty, and now