If Yellow Wind Marquis Ming Tang joined in as well, Steward Yong Kun, who had been panicked and dazed, immediately came to his senses. That was right—they had more people!
No matter how formidable Ye Zhen was, if every one of them spat on him once, they could drown him!
"This man dared kill a divine master of our Heaven Temple. He is truly a fiend! Any disciple of the Heaven Temple who sees him may kill him and sweep away this demonic miasma!
Attack, all of you, attack together! Such a fiend is the finest offering to present to the Dao Ancestor Divine Lord!"
Following Steward Yong Kun's furious roar, those Spirit Masters and Grand Spirit Masters who had just been avoiding Ye Zhen as though he were a plague swiftly adjusted their positions. The panic had vanished from their gazes, leaving only cold cruelty.
At the same instant, the black-cloaked warriors in every direction, under the command of the retreating Ming Tang, formed a military formation at top speed.
At Ming Tang's side, an elite squad of twenty men wielding Flame Spirit Demon-Exploding Crossbows had assembled in an instant. Light flickered around them, while terrifying spiritual power fluctuations began pulsing from the Flame Spirit Demon-Exploding Crossbows!
Seeing this, Ye Zhen curled his lip. A concentrated barrage from Flame Spirit Demon-Exploding Crossbows was indeed effective.
But there were simply too few of them!
When Ye Zhen had used concentrated Flame Spirit Demon-Exploding Crossbow fire before, the smallest scale had involved a hundred men.
Yet it was not only the Flame Spirit Demon-Exploding Crossbows. To Ye Zhen's left, right, and rear, the black-cloaked warriors had already formed one military square after another in the shortest time possible, most of them carrying Peak Fire Repeating Crossbows.
A small portion of them