Instant Annihilation of the Creation Realm—Thud, thud, thud!
Zhang Xing shattered the flowing clouds and stood in midair.
He secretly cast an illusion, making everyone outside see him still rushing forward.
In truth,
he had already hooked his fingers around the Mo Bow and drawn it halfway. His sleeves snapped in the fierce wind, and the force of his poised bowstring made the surrounding void tremble.
He stared fixedly at Pang Hai and the others like a wild wolf.
The moment they appeared in front of Li Zhiyi, he would shoot them dead.
"A Divine Artifact?!"
Seeing this, Chen Qi's expression turned cold. Zhang Xing's illusion could deceive those in the Creation Realm, but it could not fool him, an Eighth Order Calamity Light Realm cultivator.
The next moment, Chen Qi's lips moved soundlessly as he activated a Secret Technique.
But in the very next instant, a much noisier web of voices suddenly blocked Chen Qi's transmission.
Chen Qi's eyes sharpened, and he immediately looked toward Xia Hanzhou.
"If you're going to play, you have to be able to take the loss," Xia Hanzhou said.
"You have Chen Youqing, an Eighth Order commander, on your side. What does it matter if I have one more Zhang Wang?
"Let's stay out of this."
Chen Qi narrowed his eyes.
"Ten Creation Realm cultivators. The Five Clans can afford to lose them!"
"Ha!"
Xia Hanzhou suddenly burst out laughing.
"Just what I'd expect from the First Elder of Chen Prefecture. The Five Clans' Eighth Order cultivators are no better than insects to you—you sacrifice them without a second thought.
"No wonder you keep sending the armies from Ji Prefecture, Lu Prefecture, and Chi Prefecture to their deaths."
Xia Hanzhou's voice, carried by his Qi and Blood, rang out across the entire front line.