Ji Changjin looked at the shattered altars, his heart bleeding.
The altars were not Yang Souls, which could withdraw from the Other Shore at will. Ji Changjin had laid out the altars here long ago, and recovering them would be quite troublesome.
These altars represented the Youxiong Clan's painstaking efforts. At the very least, within the color realm of the Other Shore, the Youxiong Clan could use these altars to suppress any superpower!
"Stop him!" Ji Changjin shouted.
The people from the Shen Nong Clan took action. Seeds took root, sprouted, and spread countless vines that lashed toward Luo Zheng.
The vines were quite powerful as well. Once they wrapped around a Yang Soul, it was difficult to struggle free.
"Swish, swish, swish..."
In the blink of an eye, the green vines had wrapped Luo Zheng up tightly.
The disciples of the Supreme One Heavenly Palace had watched that man display his might, and each of them had been filled with anticipation. But when they saw him entangled by the vines, worry surfaced in their eyes. If that man was trapped, things would be troublesome...
"Rip!"
Yet in less than a breath, every vine wrapped around Luo Zheng was torn apart.
He leaped up once more and stepped onto an altar.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom..."
One altar after another was crushed beneath Luo Zheng's feet.
He circled along the wall, trampling his way through half a circle. Of the hundred-plus Win Fish Altars, half had already been shattered.
Ji Changjin no longer had time to kill the Heavenly Palace disciples. He mobilized all the remaining Win Fish in one go, turning them into a fierce flood that surged toward Luo Zheng.
"Damned bastard, tear him apart!" Ji Changjin roared, his face filled with hatred.
Everything in today's plan had proceeded flawlessly.