Sudden Descent of Defeat

Looking at the crater below, which had expanded once more, and the insect-man within whose body had already been shattered, Xu Yuan's opinion of Mu Xingyi sank yet again.

Not even equal to one of the Barbarian King's hands.

If he were still a Mortal Shedding Strange Ghost, he probably would not need any external aid to solo Mu Xingyi.

Mu Xingyi, this new generation's Insect Saint, had performed so miserably that Xu Yuan was beginning to feel heartache over the arrangements he had made beforehand.

The resources in his hands were exceedingly limited. The traps he had set just now were all area-of-effect attacks. Ideally, they should have trapped two Saints, yet now they had all been wasted on trash like Mu Xingyi.

As he thought this, Xu Yuan cast a sidelong glance toward the towering city wall not far away.

Without needing Xu Yuan's command, the hundred heavy ballistae atop the eastern city wall had already drawn back once more. Under Huang Shiwei's control, they aimed at Mu Xingyi in the crater.

Seeing this, those two Yingui should be showing themselves soon, shouldn't they?

Because of the existence of Saint Sources, as far as Xu Yuan knew, there were three ways to kill a Saint.

Use a Saint Source to Slash a Saint Source.

Use the killing intent of a military formation to sever their life force directly.

Or drown them in sheer damage within a short period of time.

And Mu Xingyi had clearly reached the threshold of being drowned to death by damage.

With that thought in mind, Xu Yuan's stern gaze met Huang Shiwei's in the air for an instant.

Though neither said anything, for a battle-hardened Mortal Shedding powerhouse like Huang Shiwei, everything had already been understood without words.

Xu Yuan was uncertain about