Su Xinghe looked at Zhao Yun, his heart filled with bitterness and despair.
He knew full well that he no longer had the strength to fight, and that Xuantian Hall had suffered a crushing defeat this time.
All he could hope for now was a miracle—for instance, a powerful expert from Xuantian Hall's headquarters suddenly descending to turn the tide. But that was nothing more than a fleeting fantasy in the depths of despair.
Zhao Yun, however, would not give him even a moment to catch his breath. Purple Firmament Divine Thunder Spear in hand, he slowly closed in.
Every step seemed to land upon Su Xinghe's heart, sending his fear climbing ever higher.
Su Xinghe forced himself to hold on and said, "Do not get too smug, Wanze Sect. My Xuantian Hall will repay today's grudge tenfold!"
Though he knew such harsh words sounded somewhat feeble at this moment, as the branch hall master of Xuantian Hall, he could not lose his dignity.
Zhao Yun gave a cold laugh. "Talk once you have the ability."
With that, the Purple Firmament Divine Thunder Spear rose again. The power of Chaos Divine Thunder flickered and leapt upon its tip, as though proclaiming that Su Xinghe's end was near.
The three from Wanze Sect had once again broken their own record.
Facing one Spirit Severing Realm Late Stage Peak expert from Xuantian Hall, two Spirit Severing Realm Late Stage experts, one Spirit Severing Realm Mid Stage expert, and one Spirit Severing Realm Early Stage expert, they had still won a resounding victory.
Outside Wanze City, not a single member of Xuantian Hall could be seen anymore. Dead or alive, all of them had been sent into the Myriad Phenomena Domain by Zhao Yun's group.
However, the enemies before them had not yet