"Break!"
Facing a life-or-death crisis, Cui Yunzheng roared madly, and his mutilated body began to burn.
Blood-red divine power surged from his dried-up sea of bitterness.
Boom!
Cui Yunzheng slammed into the barrier overhead, and spiderweb cracks spread across the supposedly impregnable ward.
"Stop him! Don't let him come into contact with world spiritual energy!"
The leading Ninth Grade Immortal King roared, but as one of the Cui Family's greatest prodigies, Cui Yunzheng was far beyond their ability to stop.
Bang!
The ward shattered, and vast quantities of world spiritual energy flooded in.
Divine power poured wildly from Cui Yunzheng's sea of bitterness, while his mutilated flesh steadily regrew.
Even his shattered life lamp began to mend, bit by bit.
At the sight, the remaining twenty-six Ninth Grade Immortal Kings felt a flicker of despair.
They had spent two entire days exhausting him until his oil ran dry and his lamp burned out, then trapped him inside this ward.
Yet now, he had actually burned his flesh and divine sense to break through it.
Everything was back where it had started, which meant they would have to sacrifice even more lives to bury this genius.
Hum!
Five halos manifested, and Cui Yunzheng unleashed Eighteen Transformations of Wuji again, charging into the fray.
Watching the battle below, the Cui Family Ancestor frowned. "What a fine seedling!"
"Even thirty-six Immortal King Ninth Grade experts couldn't kill him. If he stood with us, the Cui Family would surely produce a Quasi-Emperor with heaven-shaking combat prowess."
At the Cui Family Ancestor's words, Cui Zhe said evenly, "There are twelve hours left before the deadline."
"Once those twelve hours are up, the three of us should take action ourselves."
"The people below have already had their courage shattered. Even if they keep fighting, they won't