Spoils of War

The Mahayana Venerable was completely flustered. The worst-case scenario had come to pass.

He had originally thought that as long as he suppressed these three Integration Stage cultivators and obtained the Immortal Artifact, he could immediately teleport back to his Merchant Guild headquarters, where several Mahayana Venerables stood guard.

As long as he made it back, whether he used that Immortal Artifact himself or not, he would certainly gain the most from it.

But he had never imagined that suppressing these three Integration Stage cultivators would be so difficult—there was even a chance they could kill him instead.

"Don't be so dejected. Since you can't escape, then fight with everything you have. At least you still have a sliver of hope."

As Xiong Li spoke, he gripped the Resonant Gold Giant Hammers once more and charged at the Mahayana Venerable.

The battle continued, and a trace of resolve appeared in the Mahayana Venerable's eyes.

But as the battle dragged on, the Mahayana Venerable's expression gradually turned despairing.

The extreme tug-of-war and defense forced his Divine Abilities and Dao Artifacts to strike only Xiong Li, but they were utterly useless.

Ying Ci's repeated lethal attacks, coupled with Han Feiyu occasionally throwing in a Sword Array, left the Mahayana Venerable exhausted in both body and mind.

How many years had it been? Even fighting the Demon Race had never felt this suffocating. It was as if a mouthful of blood was lodged in his chest—he could neither spit it out nor swallow it down.

At this point, the three of them grew even more cautious. They knew this was a trapped beast's final struggle.

In situations like this, the closer one got to the end, the more dangerous it became. The three were extremely careful, ignoring even several small openings the Mahayana