Boom!
Above the ruins, the Dao Light roared, and a great battle erupted.
The Sword Qi Su Yi slashed out horizontally was blocked by a white-haired man in red robes.
At the same time, the other three Divine Concealment Guards activated their treasures and attacked Su Yi from the side.
Every one of them was a cut stronger than the departed spirits of the Ascension by Rosy Clouds Realm!
Joining forces, they suppressed Su Yi's offensive in one stroke.
Heaven and earth fell into chaos here. Mountains and rivers shattered, and the land cracked apart.
At his peak, Su Yi naturally would not have feared opponents like these.
But now, he was gravely wounded. The aura around him was in disarray and on the verge of collapse, making him seem as though he might fall at any moment.
Qing Tang's pretty face was pale, and she was tense with unease.
Meanwhile, beneath the distant sky, the Tailor stood suspended in the air, watching coldly with an intimidatingly dark gleam in his eyes.
He had never underestimated the Temple Master as an opponent.
Even though he already held an absolute advantage, he still did not personally join the battle.
He was waiting.
The battle was exceedingly brutal.
Yet Su Yi, who seemed to be courting danger at every turn, held on time and time again.
As expected, this fellow had something up his sleeve!
The Tailor sneered inwardly.
Faced with the combined assault of four Divine Concealment Guards, even the foremost figures of the Ascension by Rosy Clouds Realm in the Feathered Ascension Forbidden Zone would have been unable to endure for long.
Yet Su Yi was still stubbornly holding on and had not been beaten down.
How could this be the last gasp of a heavy crossbow?
*Perhaps you, Temple