Watching the formation's ominous visions rush toward him, Zhang Xing's face changed drastically.
But even if he called for help now, it would be useless.
Earlier, to stop Shen Yiwei once and for all, Jiang Yuan and the others had come to ruin his plans. Wu Yuan and the other twenty Creation Realm experts of the Five Clans had fought Shen Yiwei's group to the death.
Now, Shen Yiwei and Jiang Yuan were both severely wounded.
Wu Yuan could still help him, but at that moment, Reverse Ninth Sword had him pinned down, rooted to the ground and unable to move.
What was more, the two groups were simply too far apart.
And now, what awaited Zhang Xing was...
The visions unleashed by countless Formation Disks poured down like a raging tide.
Bathed in blood, Zhang Xing's Sky-Splitting Sun-Shooting Bow blazed with dazzling golden light, but it still couldn't withstand the crushing force bearing down from all sides.
"Who the hell are you?!"
Zhang Xing's body was shattered as he roared.
Even though he was an exceptionally powerful Creation Realm expert—so powerful that he defied the Human Race's understanding of Martial Dao, second only to that Monster Chen Yan—
this bastard who had suddenly appeared was using money, endless money, to crush him.
It was simply too humiliating.
Zhang Xing's eyes turned bloodshot as he glared at the unruffled Zhang Huizhi. The muscles in his arms bunched like coiled dragons, and gusts of wind swirled around his feet.
Fixing Li Zhiyi with a deadly stare, Zhang Xing's body suddenly began to swell. His white robes burst apart against his bulging muscles, revealing a body that looked more demon than man.
Though his upper body was covered in countless bloody gashes, his aura had now climbed to its absolute peak.
"Phew..."