Wu Jun's Farewell

Behind Wu Wei, two others walked side by side. Through Shen Qian's eyes, with every step they took, the aura around them rose steadily. It was the distinctive sign of breaking through some kind of shackle.

Heavenly Swordsman and Duke Baili!

Behind these three remaining Grand Unity Golden Immortals of the human race, five more followed in succession.

Marquis of Qingcheng, Marquis Yidao, Golden Tower Marquis, the Marquis of Dongchuan whom Shen Qian did not know well, and Shen Qian's Fourth Senior Brother, Wu Jun.

Under the Eye of Truth, their auras were also extremely unstable, yet they continued spiraling upward. The eight of them moving together actually changed the color of heaven and earth. Winds and clouds surged as countless remnants of Earth's Core City were swept up, forming a devastating storm behind them.

"Minister..."

Shen Qian spotted the anomaly at once, but for the moment, he could not put his finger on what exactly was wrong.

No. 56 was closest to the human Wang Hous striding over. He might have been wary of Shen Qian now, but he was far bolder when facing Wu Wei and the others.

"Hahaha, a pack of homeless dogs dares come back and bark?"

No. 56 mocked them without mercy.

The next moment, Wu Wei's indifferent gaze swept over him, and Wu Wei reached out, making a grasping motion from afar.

"Bru, retreat!"

The Qianwu Clan's Great Elder's expression abruptly changed as he shouted at No. 56.

No. 56's senses had been dulled considerably by his severe injuries. As Wu Wei attacked, he finally realized something was wrong.

But it was already too late.

Amid the changing expressions of the many Witch Clan Wang Hous, Wu Wei clenched his hand. Space twisted strangely, and Wu Wei instantly descended before No. 56, his tightly