"Destruction Sword Realm" still shrouded his entire body, with countless Sword Qi circulating and grinding away every attack that drew near.
He was like an emperor among swords, looking down upon the eight battered Divine Sect Realm old ancestors.
"No... If this goes on... we'll all die here."
A trace of despair flashed through Old Ancestor Zhao Chen's eyes. The pain from his severed arm seemed to have grown even more intense.
He was afraid—truly afraid.
This Yang Dingtian wasn't human at all. He was a monster, a freak of nature.
Sun Hong's heart had long since sunk to the bottom.
His gaze swept over the other seven. In every one of their eyes, he saw retreat and fear.
The tide had turned. The eight of them had joined forces, yet a single person had suppressed them to this extent.
It was a humiliation beyond measure, but right now, preserving their lives was the most important thing.
"Withdraw!"
Sun Hong suddenly let out a low roar, a trace of unwillingness and panic in his voice.
Before his words had even faded, he was the first to transform into a streak of light and shoot into the distance.
Seeing this, how could the other seven dare hesitate?
Almost at the same time, they chose different directions and fled for their lives.
Their only thought now was to escape this harbinger of death.
However, a dull, thunderous boom rang out.
Sun Hong, who had fled first, seemed to have slammed into an invisible wall and was sent flying back.
The space before him rippled with a layer of energy visible to the naked eye. It was the barrier of the Four Symbols Sky Locking Array.
"What?" Sun Hong's expression changed drastically.
Then, seven successive impacts rang out.
Without exception, the other seven