"Stop!"
With a thunderous roar, a gigantic hand pressed down from the sky. Wang Li had finally made his move. Seeing Wang Zhenfei retreating step by step before Ye Xiwen, he could no longer hold back. That terrifying aura instantly enveloped Ye Xiwen, leaving him no chance at all.
Wang Li's cultivation was countless times stronger than Wang Zhenfei's. Together with Feng Wuliang and the Cold Whale Clan elder, he was besieging Ye Qiong. Even with Ye Qiong's cultivation, he was in quite a sorry state, though he could still hold on.
All the Ye Family martial artists were gritting their teeth and holding out. To outsiders, they were trapped beasts putting up a final struggle, a last counterattack before death. But only the Ye Family knew what they were waiting for.
So no matter how dire the situation was, they had to endure. Once they weathered this wave, they could turn the tables. Every one of these people would die.
"Boom!" The Eight Treasures Qiankun Cauldron in Ye Xiwen's hand expanded with the wind, shielding him within. With a tremendous hum, the horrifying recoil shook his blood and qi into turmoil even inside the cauldron, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
Without the Eight Treasures Qiankun Cauldron, that palm strike alone would have been enough to severely injure him. The Tyrant Body was not omnipotent. When the gap in cultivation was too vast, even the Tyrant Body could be badly wounded.
Ye Xiwen's movements stalled for an instant, allowing Wang Zhenfei to escape disaster. He could not help feeling fortunate. Just a little more—just a little more, and he would have died at Ye Xiwen's hands. His eyes were filled with fear as he looked at Ye Xiwen. He could not imagine how a mere Half-step