Wuxian and the others had just stepped into the Western Territory when Yan Wu and Yan Liu, who had been waiting for them, finally made their move.
This was the last trap they had set. Once their enemies fell into it, the Central Continent's top forces would be wiped out to the last man.
"You're all here. Good."
Yan Wu's blank face relaxed as he spoke, his voice brimming with smug satisfaction.
In the end, they were nothing but a rabble. What did it matter if they'd plotted every detail?
In the face of absolute power, all that awaited them was endless despair and struggle.
Yan Wu wanted to see them fight desperately, only to discover that they could do nothing—the hopelessness on their faces in that final moment.
Neither side said a word. They exchanged a brief look, then immediately clashed.
As two tides of spiritual power collided, a mighty shockwave erupted. The ground kept collapsing, the destruction stretching several miles out. The void rippled like a lake stirred into chaos, waves of aftershock spreading outward.
Wuxian immediately tried to guide some of the spiritual power back toward their opponents. Then Shang Wanfeng shrouded the area where the two of them stood in darkness.
Jiang Xinyuan followed close behind, unleashing both spiritual power and rules. Everything around them surged, then came crashing down toward the darkness.
"Go rescue them!"
Seizing the chance, Wuxian hurriedly called out. They had come to save people, not to fight to the death.
The old Daoist and the others were just about to head for the Enlightenment Dao Forest when Yan Wu suddenly shot out of the darkness, completely unharmed.
A moment later, Yan Liu emerged as well.
The two split up, one on each side. Yan Wu immediately engaged the old Daoist's group.