Shen Yi charged toward Bai Gula, two beams of light shooting from his eyes straight at Bai Gula's divine soul.
In that brief moment of distraction, Shen Yi was already before him. The battle halberd howled, cold light flashing as it cleaved down at his chest.
"You whelp!"
Worthy of being a Spirit Transformation cultivator, Bai Gula instantly regained his senses. A terrifying aura erupted from his body as he gripped a blood-red sword and met the battle halberd head-on.
Boom!
Bai Gula staggered back several steps, deeply shocked. He had actually been unable to withstand Shen Yi's strike.
A dragon's roar shook the heavens as golden dragon breath suddenly swept in, forcing him back once more. Little Black spiraled down from the sky, its dragon claw abruptly appearing behind him. Startled, Bai Gula hastily raised his defenses.
Seeing Shen Yi and Little Black temporarily suppress Bai Gula, Meng Ke'er and the other two joined the battle as well.
Five Golden Core Cultivators were locked in fierce combat with a heavily wounded Spirit Transformation cultivator. No one would believe it if word spread, yet Bai Gula had grievances he could not voice. Shen Yi's group of five battered him back step by step.
His beard and hair flew wildly, his robes stained with blood. Whether old wounds had burst open again or fresh wounds had been added, he looked utterly wretched, without the slightest trace of a Spirit Transformation cultivator's dignity.
The longer Shen Yi fought, the stronger his momentum grew. The Silver Dragon Battle Halberd danced in his hands like a silver dragon wheeling through the sky, unleashing boundless majesty. With Little Black's dragon might supporting him, he resembled a god of war, gleaming with golden light and radiating awe-inspiring might.
Meng Ke'er's dream-entering art was even more fraught