Under the Xuanyuan Clan middle-aged man's attack from one side and Wu Ma Mo's from the other, Cheng Wei kept retreating.
"Boom!"
Relying on the golden radiance covering his body, the middle-aged man slammed a fist down on Cheng Wei's head.
"Thud, thud, thud, thud..."
Cheng Wei retreated seven or eight steps in a row. Every time his foot came down, a huge pit appeared in the ground, and the Eternal Desolate Plains trembled along with it.
His body had only just steadied when Wu Ma Mo followed up again.
Fortunately, Cheng Wei had two pairs of arms. With one hand gripping the Bamboo Sword, he suddenly swung it.
An Emerald Sword Ray rose from below, blocking Wu Ma Mo's path.
Wu Ma Mo was somewhat wary of the Emerald Sword Ray. This was probably the only method capable of piercing the Xuanyuan Desolate Body, so he could only evade it.
But just as he forced Wu Ma Mo back, the middle-aged man pressed forward again. The two took turns attacking, leaving Cheng Wei with almost no power to fight back.
He did not even have time to pay attention to the battle on Luo Zheng's side.
Luo Zheng had just used a Soul Attack, and it had actually disrupted Lou Ji's soul, causing a glimmer of hope to rise in his heart.
Unfortunately, the other few Desolate Gods were too weak. They could not break through Lou Ji's Xuanyuan Desolate Body at all, and that newly kindled hope was extinguished in turn.
Once Lou Ji finished killing those Desolate Gods, the three of them would surround him alone. He would truly be certain to die today.
At that thought, a trace of sorrow also rose in Cheng Wei's heart.
To die in this Eternal Desolate Plains was simply too