The thought of fleeing had barely arisen when it became impossible to shake.
Han Bing was unwilling to give up. If he withdrew now, his reputation would be ruined. He had Eighty Thousand Divine Soldiers, yet still couldn't do anything to one Old Demon Kongxu?
His resolve hardened, and he thought of that forbidden technique. His heart throbbed with excitement, yet he hesitated.
If he unleashed the forbidden technique, Old Demon Kongxu would certainly die—but would the price be too high?
Suddenly, his gaze was drawn to the battle formation in the distance. The formation made up of Eighty Thousand Divine Soldiers was being firmly suppressed by Xu Yi, with no chance to counterattack.
"I'll take ten years in confinement if I have to—I'm still going to kill you!"
Han Bing's teeth ground together with a metallic rasp. He made up his mind and shouted, "Unified Annihilation!"
In an instant, the eight great formations converged. The golden armor of the Eighty Thousand Divine Soldiers seemed ready to ignite. Xu Yi's expression turned cold. Just then, the Desolate Phantom in his arms yawned and sent him a thought. "The Unified Annihilation Formation is pretty powerful. It's not worth it if you both end up badly wounded. Why not reveal your identity?"
"What identity?"
Xu Yi asked, puzzled.
The Desolate Phantom said, "You're one of the Ancestral Court's six Golden Hall Elders, after all. These soldiers belong to the Ancestral Court; they aren't Han Bing's private troops. How can they defy their superior?"
"You could've told me that sooner!"
Xu Yi snapped.
The Desolate Phantom said, "I've only just finished digesting the thoughts of those under the Divine Soldiers' command. It's not too late to tell you now, is it?" Secretly, it muttered to itself, *I still need to find out exactly