As the power of the domain was broken, Feng Xuanzhi and the others felt the Soul Power that had been suppressed within them burst free in an instant, like a mountain torrent bursting through a dam and pouring forth.
Their frenzied auras erupted all at once, shaking loose countless rocks from the hidden passage beneath the deep valley. Fragments tumbled down, but not a single stone fell near the seal.
With the restraints on their bodies completely lifted, the members of the Phoenix Clan could not help letting out piercing cries. The proud, aloof bearing unique to the Phoenix Clan, along with their surging, violent auras, swept toward Mu Zhuo like a storm beneath a sky of golden wings.
Feng Xuanzhi circled at the very center. His snow-white Phoenix True Body stood out especially against the sea of gold.
He threw back his head and cried out, his clear, ringing call echoing through the space, now much wider after the shaking.
The tremendous commotion also drew the attention of the other battlefields. Zuo Zixin and Xu Xuan Jiao both changed expression slightly. They had not expected Mu Zhuo to be unable to hold these people back, despite his strength.
It seemed the Phoenix Clan truly could not be underestimated.
Mu Zhuo's face was somewhat pale. The instant his opponents' auras burst forth, he hurriedly retreated, but still could not put enough distance between them and was caught in the aftermath.
His chest heaved as he gasped for breath. The destruction of his domain had dealt him a severe blow; the abilities that had once complemented each other now inflicted an equal measure of harm upon him.
He stared at them in astonishment, and suddenly began to doubt the outcome of today's battle.
Feng Xuanzhi's cool gaze swept over the surroundings.