Fox Three faced Sect Master Zhao Xiayang—one burning his blood essence, the other controlling qi.
When immortals fought, mortals suffered. Cultivators were not quite so exaggerated, but when Core Formation experts clashed, Foundation Establishment cultivators could only stay out of the way.
Red and white collided with a thunderous boom. The surging currents of air were fierce enough to knock everyone present to the ground time and again.
Fox Three had staked everything on a burst of courage, erupting with physical strength no weaker than Zhao Xiayang's. But he was ultimately a Law Cultivator; long-range control was his forte. His close-combat experience was far inferior to Zhao Xiayang's, and he suffered setback after setback, fighting bitterly.
While Zhao Xiayang pummeled Fox Three, he caught sight of Chu He leading his group out of the encirclement and reaching the center of the Dragon Trap Formation. He gave a disdainful smile and paid it no mind.
With cultivation unavailable, even he could not destroy the formation core. What chance did a Foundation Establishment cultivator like Chu He have?
How laughable. He clearly did not know his own limits!
If Chu He was willing to sacrifice himself for his cause, staking his life to activate the magic treasure he had kept as his Trump Card, Zhao Xiayang would not mind watching another person be reduced to ashes.
Chu He did indeed intend to fight to the death, but he was not the first to die.
Before the invisible defense, a Death Warrior of the Xuan Yin Division took out all the throwing knives in his Qiankun Bag. The next second, the spirit vein swept them away and turned them into ash. Another Death Warrior stepped forward. At the instant the spirit vein's lightning flashed toward him, his arms blurred as he hurled all