True Lord Ku Rong was the first to react, his eyes filled with boundless horror.
He finally recognized Zhou Ming.
The mysterious Green-Robed Man who had single-handedly crushed several waves of encirclement!
Why was he here?!
Without a second thought, he tried to tear open the void and flee.
But it was already too late.
A fist grew ever larger in his vision.
Boom!
True Lord Ku Rong's protective true artifact exploded along with his body.
His Great Dao Origin suffered devastating damage on the spot.
He was sent flying backward.
Like a tiger among sheep, Zhou Ming rampaged through the remaining twenty-four enemies.
"Kill!"
A thunderous roar came from afar.
Hongchu, Cang Xuan, and Taichu finally arrived.
Like three sharp blades, they plunged viciously into the enemy ranks, which had already collapsed completely.
In an instant, an encirclement turned into a one-sided slaughter.
An unknown amount of time passed.
Peace returned to the battlefield.
All twenty-five Da Luo True Realm cultivators fled with injuries.
Still hungry for more, Hongchu withdrew the lightning around him and walked over to Houtu.
"Sister Houtu, are you all right?"
Looking at those familiar figures before her, whose presence made her feel utterly safe, Houtu finally relaxed the nerves she had kept taut for tens of thousands of years.
She let out a long sigh of relief.
The resolve that had sustained her through thirty thousand years of bitter fighting vanished like smoke in that moment.
Hongchu took a sphere of light from his robes.
It was the fortune they had accumulated while plundering other worlds.
Zhou Ming took the sphere and, without the slightest hesitation, sent it straight into Houtu's body.
At the same time, he turned his insights into using fortune to scour away the shackles into a strand of divine