What were the leaders of the Jiuli Tribe from the Witch Era to this group of Young Emperors?
It was like when they lost a fight and called people from their family for help—the elders who came because the juniors could not handle it themselves.
Once the gap in strength reached a certain point, mere numbers could no longer make up for it.
The Teleportation Ring's failure meant that, at the very least, Li Wen, the Jiuli shaman before them, possessed the power to suppress the ring within this ruin.
At that moment, Huiye Bairen's ring had already shattered. No one dared activate their Teleportation Rings again... One use meant one fewer ring.
"What are you carrying?" The shaman in the sky frowned. "I have a feeling it isn't anything good."
It turned out that, from Li Wen's perspective, when he appeared, every single junior on the ground had been clutching a ring... Their movements were so uniform that they looked like they had been tempered through a thousand trials...
Never underestimate the eyesight of the leaders from the Ancient Witch Clan era.
"Lightning Strike!"
In an instant, the Witchcraft staff in Li Wen's hand swept through the air, and several terrifying violet bolts flashed down from the sky!
Everyone was shocked. The violet lightning moved so quickly that it caught them completely off guard. In the blink of an eye, bolt after bolt shot straight toward the rings in their hands!
Thunder exploded in their palms, and the Teleportation Rings shattered one after another.
"Fuck!" Second Xiao Wu twisted his face and clenched the hand wearing the ring... Blood gushed from his blasted palm. "Niu Daguan is seriously lacking in integrity. These rings can't even take a hit!"
No one commented on Second Xiao Wu's cursing... Though they knew