True Lord Kuru was the first to react, his eyes filled with boundless horror.
He had finally recognized Zhou Ming.
The mysterious Green-Robed Man who had single-handedly crushed wave after wave of hunters!
How could he be here?!
Without a second thought, Kuru tried to tear open the void and flee.
But it was already too late.
A fist grew larger and larger in his vision.
Kuru's protective Great Luo True Artifact shattered along with his body.
His Origin of the Great Dao was grievously damaged on the spot.
He was sent flying backward.
Zhou Ming plunged among the remaining twenty-four like a tiger among sheep, striking wherever he pleased.
"Kill!"
A thunderous roar came from afar.
Hongchu, Cangxuan, and Taichu had finally arrived.
The three of them drove into the utterly broken enemy formation like three sharp knives.
In an instant, a siege became a one-sided slaughter.
No one knew how long passed.
The battlefield fell silent once more.
All twenty-five Great Luo True Realm cultivators had been wounded and fled.
Still hungry for a fight, Hongchu drew the lightning around him back into his body and walked over to Houtu.
"Houtu, are you all right?"
Houtu looked at the familiar figures before her, figures who made her feel safer than she could put into words. Her mind, taut for tens of thousands of years, finally relaxed.
She let out a long breath.
The will that had sustained her through thirty thousand years of bitter fighting vanished like smoke on the wind.
Hongchu took a sphere of light from his robes.
It held the Fortune they had accumulated by plundering other worlds.
Zhou Ming took the sphere and, without hesitation, sent it straight into Houtu's body.
At the same time, he turned his understanding of how Fortune could scour