In the sky, Qing Tan struck with fierce resolve, the scythe in her hand swinging out without the slightest mercy. Ying Huanhuan and Chen Kui's attacks followed right after.
Bang, bang, bang!
The three of them surrounded Yuan Cang in the center. One blow from you, one from me—they sent him flying back and forth through the sky. Amid the violence, there was even a touch of absurdity.
Everyone stared at Yuan Cang's figure as he was constantly knocked backward, dumbstruck.
Was this still the illustrious Little Yuan King? He was actually being slapped around like a punching bag!
They looked at the three figures in the sky radiating murderous aura and could not help swallowing. This was way too fierce.
"Ah!"
Yuan Cang spat out another mouthful of blood and let out a shrill scream. There was also a thick, overwhelming grief and fury in that cry, making those who heard it unable to help shaking their heads.
Boom!
A ruthless look flashed across Yuan Cang's face. Then his right arm instantly exploded, and borrowing that force, his body transformed into a streak of bloody light and shot violently toward Chen Kui.
Facing Yuan Cang, whose blood aura surged to the heavens, Chen Kui hesitated slightly. His movements slowed by half a beat, allowing Yuan Cang to seize the chance to charge out of the encirclement and return to the Yuan Sect group.
"All Yuan Sect disciples, form the array!"
After Yuan Cang landed, he suddenly raised his head, his eyes blood-red as he stared ahead and roared himself hoarse.
"Yes!"
Hearing Yuan Cang's furious roar, those Yuan Sect disciples immediately responded in unison. They quickly gathered together, their auras linking as they set up an array. In an instant, an extremely vast and majestic fluctuation of essence power