Yang Zhengshan and Golden Crow attacked at the same time, and Youyu Gate collapsed like a mountain in defeat. Whether they were Golden Body Realm Martial Artists or ordinary Innate Realm martial artists, they all scattered in every direction, fleeing for their lives.
Yang Zhengshan did not pursue the fleeing martial artists. Instead, with a flash, he appeared near Ming Shuzi.
This war was still far from over.
Although they had already won the battle among the lower ranks, the key to victory still lay in the outcome between the high-end combat forces.
His thinking was simple: first crush the Golden Body Realm Martial Artists to prevent his own people from suffering too many deaths and injuries, then take down Ming Shuzi, and finally go with Yunxiao to support Jian Changhe and the others.
In this way, not only could they obtain the final victory, they also would not suffer too many casualties.
Of course, this was under the condition that Jian Changhe and the others could hold back Sheng Youhuang and Li Xuanxiao.
However, Yang Zhengshan had not expected that the moment he appeared near Ming Shuzi, more than ten chains would materialize out of thin air around him.
One chain wrapped around his left leg while he was completely unprepared. With a thought, he tried to hide inside the Spirit Source Land, but to his surprise, he failed.
In an instant, his expression became extremely ugly.
He could enter and exit the Spirit Source Land at will, but there was a prerequisite: nothing could bind his divine soul.
That was right—not his body, but his divine soul.
If it only tied up his body, he could still enter the Spirit Source Land.
But if it bound his divine soul, he could no longer enter the Spirit Source Land.