But before long, the consequences of Zhou Yi's lack of combat experience began to show. The cultivators on the other side formed several mobile formations, linking up with one another and trapping Zhou Yi inside.
Although Zhou Yi could take out at least three to five of the opposing cultivators with a single ultimate attack, he would enter a period of weakness after each one. After launching attack after attack, Zhou Yi gradually began to falter.
Zhou Yi hurriedly sent Wu Feng a voice transmission. "Brother Wu Feng, stop watching and come help me."
Wu Feng shook his head and said calmly, "You run into this little problem and expect me to help? Didn't you say you were powerful and formidable?"
"But this really is difficult. They've formed a formation, and I can't determine the victor for the moment. If I exhaust myself completely, the result won't be pretty."
Zhou Yi continued to defend himself.
Wu Feng still insisted. "I definitely won't make a move right now. You are a Mid Saint. At that level, you should be able to crush any number of Grand Unity Golden Immortals. You shouldn't be so cowardly. Fight properly."
Zhou Yi wanted to say more, but Wu Feng directly transformed into an afterimage and slipped through a gap in the battlefield, entering deeper into the cave.
Zhou Yi had no one left to rely on and could only roar angrily, "Fine! Come on! Let me see exactly how many of you bastards there are!"
Roaring, Zhou Yi launched a frenzied attack at the cultivators.
After attack after attack, Zhou Yi finally won, but it was a hard-fought victory. His body was covered in all kinds of cracks, which could not be repaired in the short term.
There were still fifty or sixty cultivators on