Wuyue wasn't afraid of the three Murong Yu women, but Mr. Moyu of the Academy had arrived.
In her view, even if she made a move, she definitely couldn't beat Mr. Moyu of the Academy. And she couldn't just stand by and watch Wang Xian get slapped to death by four women.
After all, no matter how powerful a formation was, there would come a moment when it was broken by overwhelming force.
Was she supposed to kill everyone and carve out a place for herself in Phoenix City?
That wasn't the outcome she wanted, nor was it something Wang Xian could accomplish right now.
So she told Wang Xian what she'd decided.
According to the records, deep in the desert west of Phoenix City lay the Demon Realm's impassable barrier. For thousands of years, not a single person had crossed it.
She wanted to see whether the young man who had created countless miracles could surprise her once again.
The Four Great Sects had blocked off every retreat, leaving only the road behind them, leading into the Demon Realm.
In her eyes, what the world called hell might well be paradise for her and Wang Xian.
Sure enough, the instant Wang Xian turned to leave, a huge upheaval erupted across the endless dunes.
Dozens, then hundreds of elders joined forces with their sect leaders and masters to break the formation.
In an instant, yellow sand rolled across the desert, and killing intent soared to the heavens.
It looked as if the trapping formation Wang Xian had laid would collapse in less than two hours.
But Wang Xian clearly had no interest in anything happening behind him.
Because Wuyue had told him the road ahead would be even harder.
Neither of them had a choice.
Wang Xian raised his head