They were pulling this trick again!
Yan Yi watched as Wuxian swept toward him with a surge of spiritual power, and anger flared in his heart.
Last time, they had held them off one by one like this. Were they really going to try the same old trick again?
But Yan Yi struck just as swiftly. The moment the rules met head-on, spiritual power surged like an ocean, shaking the heavens.
Rolling shockwaves swept across the battlefield, shattering wind and clouds.
In the next instant, Wuxian and Yin Mang were both dragged into the fight.
This time, Yan Yi wasn't in a hurry. His faction wasn't the only one bent on destroying the Central Continent; the forces overseas were making their move, too.
They could say they were trying the same old trick, but this crowd would inevitably be unable to cover both ends. It was no different from courting death.
They weren't holding him back. He was holding them back.
Below, the two fortresses hammered away at each other. Spiritual power roiled under the barrage, yet neither side could inflict much damage on the other.
Even with Wuxian and Yin Mang fighting together, they were driven back step by step.
"We were born the strongest. What could you possibly fight us with?"
Yan Yi's contemptuous words rang across the battlefield.
He truly thought this group was too foolish, and far too weak.
They had been born powerful, with no limits to their lives and bodies that could never die.
They were far stronger than these people created by the Heavenly Dao.
As he was forced back, Wuxian couldn't help retorting, "Don't forget—the ones who created you were themselves created by the Heavenly Dao."
"We have no limits, while you were born at the finish line."
So what if they