Screams rang out. Under the unrelenting attacks of the formation, Bing Feizheng was the first to show a weakness. A giant frost sword plunged into his chest.
Bing Feizheng clutched the blade with all his strength and looked helplessly toward his four clansmen.
"Save me!" A sharp pain stabbed through his chest. As the frost sword drove inch by inch into him, Bing Feizheng felt that his body would soon be cleaved apart.
His life and death hung in the balance. His own strength could no longer hold the sword back; at best, he could delay it for a few breaths. All he could do was pin his hopes on his clansmen.
But his four clansmen were already struggling to save themselves. The five of them were roughly equal in cultivation. Now that Bing Feizheng was trapped in a desperate situation, how much better off could the other four be?
With a wet chop, a scream rang out. In the end, no one came to his rescue. The frost sword pierced straight through Bing Feizheng, slicing him in two.
Bing Feiqing and the other three cried out in grief, but they had no time to mourn for long. Bing Feizheng's death was only the beginning. Their united front had crumbled, and the four of them could not hold on for much longer.
Just as expected, after Bing Feizheng fell, two more heads were severed by a sword amid the chaos of battle.
Bing Feiqing had considerably stronger life-saving means. At the critical moment, he summoned several thousand ice-carved puppets. They beat their wings and flew away at astonishing speed.
Bing Feiqing himself transformed into a streak of demonic light. By the time Extreme Cloud Demon Venerable had dealt with the fourth opponent, the light had vanished. No one could tell