Jiang Ziya spoke in a low, hoarse voice.
"Poor Daoist cannot retreat."
"Even if I die, I cannot retreat."
Gritting his teeth, he poured all his strength into activating the Investiture of the Gods List.
The golden light barrier suddenly blazed brilliantly.
The cracks healed, becoming as steady as Mount Tai.
Wen Zhong watched him, light flickering within his three eyes.
"Jiang Ziya, you do have some backbone."
"But how long can you hold on?"
"One quarter-hour? Two? Three?"
"This Grand Preceptor would like to see how long your mana can last."
As his voice fell, he raised his hand again.
A third golden dragon surged from his palm.
The three golden dragons circled in the air before crashing viciously into the light barrier!
"BOOM!!!"
The barrier shook violently, cracks once more spreading densely across it.
Jiang Ziya's face was white as paper, his body swaying unsteadily.
Yet he still did not retreat.
The God-Striking Whip lay across his knees, purple light flowing around it.
He raised his hand, and the God-Striking Whip shot forth.
A streak of purple radiance surged from the whip, transforming into a massive purple dragon that pounced viciously toward Wen Zhong!
Wen Zhong's expression changed slightly.
The God-Striking Whip?
A supreme Investiture of the Gods treasure, specially used to strike those whose names were on the Investiture of the Gods List.
Although Wen Zhong was not listed, he was a Jie Sect disciple and one destined to undergo the tribulation.
Though the God-Striking Whip could not injure him, it could distract him.
Wen Zhong gave a cold snort and raised his hand to block it.
The purple dragon collided with the golden dragons and exploded with a thunderous blast.
In the aftermath, soldiers from both armies staggered and fell.
Wen Zhong retreated half a step,