Ji Shanhe and the white-haired old man's expressions changed at the same time.
Given their cultivation and strength, their combined might was enough to overwhelm any opponent of the same tier. Yet when their full-force strike collided head-on with Wang Chen, it was like a clay ox sinking into the sea, without stirring a single ripple.
The sensation of striking empty air, their force plunging into a bottomless abyss, left both sixth-tier Martial Venerables in extreme discomfort. The blood and qi within their bodies showed signs of going out of control, and even their meridians seemed on the verge of exploding.
The next moment, a vast and mighty force slammed into them both.
Ji Shanhe and the white-haired old man's protective astral armor instantly crumbled apart. Like kites with their strings cut, they were flung backward, both vomiting blood.
The two Martial Venerables joining forces could not withstand even Wang Chen's casual palm strike!
Seventh Tier Martial Saint!
At this moment, Ji Shanhe and the white-haired old man finally understood what kind of opponent they faced.
Shock, pain, despair, regret...
It was already too late!
Splurt!
The white-haired old man had barely fallen onto the city wall when a long spear crackling with Thunder and Lightning pierced through his chest.
Then it lifted this sixth-tier Martial Venerable of Great Yan high into the air!
"No!"
Witnessing this, Ji Shanhe was consumed by grief and rage. Ignoring his own injuries entirely, he suddenly reached out and grabbed the battlement before him, forcefully using it to launch himself back into the air. Like a wounded eagle, he pounced at his opponent.
At that instant, Ji Shanhe unleashed every last bit of his potential, burning his life away in exchange for a desperate, life-or-death strike!
For the white-haired old man who had just