"The black-robed man... is no simple opponent!" Zhu Jin said gravely.
Even with Zhu Jin's Half-Immortal strength, dealing with this black-robed man felt somewhat troublesome, let alone for She Fu.
"Attack!" In the next moment, Nu Dong led the people beside him into action, giving the Eight Chiefs no chance to catch their breath!
Nu Dong had calculated this quite well. After their battle with Qin Tian, the Eight Chiefs' Dou Qi had become unstable. More importantly, none of them were at their peak, and She Fu had expended far too much strength in the previous battle. That was why Nu Dong had dared to make his move!
What Nu Dong had not expected was that a Half-Immortal from the Burning Incense Pavilion, Zhu Jin, would suddenly emerge halfway through!
The strength of a Half-Immortal was enough to let one run rampant even in Xuan Tian San. No sect would dare utter a single word of objection.
If not for the Soul Hall member beside him claiming to be confident, Nu Dong would not have dared to attack rashly even if he had ten times the courage. Once he failed, his situation would likely become utterly hopeless!
"You hold them back. Zhu Jin and I will deal with the black-robed man!" She Fu spoke softly, but the Eight Chiefs could sense that he was putting up a strong front despite being weakened within.
"Lord She Fu, are you all right?" Mei Lan asked, clearly worried.
"I'm fine. You all expended quite a bit of strength as well. Dealing with Nu Dong's group should not be much of a problem." After saying that, She Fu did not linger. He crossed the desert and rose into the sky.
Zhu Jin and the black-robed man abruptly raised their auras as well, ascending into