Ji Feng's brows furrowed tightly at the sight of the situation.
He knew that the people remaining on the Western Desolation side were all extremely formidable figures, but he had never expected them to become so powerful after forming a battle formation. Even Western Kunlun's trump card had failed to inflict any harm on them.
For a moment, Western Kunlun had exhausted all its options.
They had no idea what method to use to attack in order to inflict even a single wound on the Western Desolation side.
"Ji Feng, is this all Western Kunlun's little tricks amount to? You're really making me look down on you a little!"
The Three-Eyed Master let out a cold laugh, his voice filled with utter contempt and disdain.
"Attack!"
The Three-Eyed Master waved his hand again.
A cloud of black mist shot out from the battle formation formed by the black-clad men.
The black mist was incredibly powerful. In an instant, it enveloped the entire Western Kunlun battle formation.
Ji Feng reacted quickly and avoided the black mist's assault.
The pillars of Western Kunlun within the battle formation were not so lucky. All of them were swallowed by the black mist.
When the black mist dispersed, only stark white bones remained.
Streams of primordial spirits drifted up from the bones, looking utterly desolate and miserable.
At the sight of this, Ji Feng's eyes nearly burst with rage!
The pillars of Western Kunlun in those battle formations had been painstakingly nurtured by him over several centuries. Who could have imagined that they would be completely wiped out in the blink of an eye?
And this was not merely a matter of loss. These pillars of Western Kunlun had lived and died alongside Ji Feng; they were brothers to him, bound by deep feelings.
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