The Spirit-Beating Whip

A massive vortex, like a world-swallowing hurricane, strained with all its might and finally slowed the six streaks of fire that shot forth like meteors. They spun, scattered, and entwined.

After only a few breaths, the six streaks of fire finally burst free of the hurricane's embrace. As if guided by a will of their own, they were about to shoot toward the six men.

Who could have guessed that an even greater storm would descend? Fan Mo Ke and King Jiang Bai had joined the fray.

Towering Killing Intent compressed and converged, forming a storm's eye that desperately bound the six streaks of fire.

The Six Ancestors were worthy of their renown as masters of the age. They were exceptionally skilled in battle tactics; after merely watching Xu Yi deal with the fire streaks, they had already devised the best way to counter them.

Surround them, then surround them again.

They treated the fire streaks as a mass of compressed energy. Though this energy could disperse and then regroup, it could not endure forever. Like a gale, no matter how fierce, it would eventually die down.

After more than a dozen breaths, the six streaks of fire finally dissipated under the full force of the combined efforts of War Son of Heaven, Fan Mo Ke, and King Jiang Bai.

While War Son of Heaven and the other two fought desperately against the six streaks of fire, Zhuge Divine Sense, Yao Junchi, Mu Shentong, and Fierce Rhinoceros were locked in a battle just as perilous.

There was no doubt that the Six Ancestors were all exceptional men, peerless heroes.

How could anyone who had risen above tens of thousands of martial artists be a mediocrity?

Though War Son of Heaven had assigned their tasks in haste, he had done so