The battlefield of the two armies.
The gazes of a million people were concentrated in one place.
An evenly matched, fierce battle was underway there.
Jin Zha and Mu Zha, the two brothers, were joining forces to fiercely engage the senior and junior martial brothers, Cloud and Wind.
However, as time passed, the scale of victory slowly tilted toward the two martial brothers of Storm.
The Chan Sect faction, which always disregarded martial ethics, naturally would not sit idly by. From the Xiqi central camp, Nezha directly soared into the air, holding a spear in his left hand and touching his ring with his right, rushing over to reinforce them.
Jin Zha saw Nezha's figure and immediately said happily:
"You two evil-doers who aid the tyrant, today our two brothers shall act on behalf of heaven and execute you."
"Scoundrel, you dared to scheme and make me accidentally wound my elder brother; today I will definitely make you pay," Mu Zha said.
Wind, whose temperament was as warm and polished as jade, suddenly spoke up: "Senior brother, be careful. The martial arts experts in the enemy army are none inferior to mine."
With that, Wind directly leaped, dodging behind Cloud to no longer participate in the battle, leaving Cloud to fight two against one while he quietly watched the battle, preparing at any moment to face Nezha alone.
"Halt! You little scoundrel, what qualification do you have to be on par with me? Take my spear." Nezha's right hand had originally reached the Universe Ring, intending to use a magical treasure to clear the way first.
As a result, his attention was attracted by Wind's loud cry. He looked at Wind, and although the cultivation systems of the two were different, the intensity of their life auras could not deceive