Tyrant Saber Severing Earth, the Majestic Might of Reckless Saber

Whoosh!

Chen Ping'an's figure swept through the mountain forest. To ensure his route was sound, he deliberately made a wide detour and returned to the Dragon Peace Stronghold from another direction.

Amid the vast mountain ranges, the Dragon Peace Stronghold crouched like a colossal beast, gradually enlarging before Chen Ping'an's eyes.

Boom!

Wild, violent sound waves swept through the surroundings, their shockwaves shaving away a layer of rock.

The battle outside the Dragon Peace Stronghold had already reached its fiercest, white-hot stage.

Nie Yunlong's face was somewhat pale, faint golden light coiling around his body.

"Everyone, suppress this fiend together!"

With a thunderous roar from Nie Yunlong, the Dragon-Seizing Giant Hand in mid-air carried the chant of qi dragons as it reached toward Yang Ziyan, who was concealed in the void not far away.

Several Great Grandmasters around them struck at once, coordinating with Nie Yunlong as each unleashed their own methods. Amid flashing streams of light, they strangled the nimble, ever-shifting Yang Ziyan.

As a Shadow Assassin, Yang Ziyan's movement technique was exquisitely profound, but even he found the pressure overwhelming under the siege of so many grandmasters.

Ever since the Heavenly Luo Saintess had been defeated, Long'an's forces had only grown stronger. After fighting to this point, he had reached the limit of what he could endure.

As Yang Ziyan's figure flickered, the thought of retreat had already arisen in his heart.

Yang Ziyan was not the only one. Blood Demon Venerable nearby harbored similar thoughts. By now, his blood-red robes had long been torn to shreds, and as he staggered and dodged, he cut a thoroughly miserable figure.

If Yin Jiuyou had not still been fighting fiercely at the side and holding a certain advantage, they would likely have retreated long ago.

Demonic qi swept forth like