"Attack!" With Lin Fengya's voice falling, the four dragon corpses in the sky suddenly shook. Immediately controlled by the shadowy figure above their heads, they scattered and blasted toward the ten elders.
"Leave these three Seven-Star Dou Xian Later Stage ones to me." Hun Wuji let out a cold snort, riding the dragon corpses straight toward the three most formidable individuals among the ten elders.
Elder Hu, Elder Lang, and Elder Ying were three powerhouses at the Seven-Star Dou Xian Later Stage.
"What do we do now?" The three of them clearly regarded Elder Hu as the head in terms of strength and seniority, so he asked the question.
"Attack!" Elder Hu's gaze suddenly turned solemn, and then he looked at the black coffin and pitch-black evil cloud hovering above their heads, hesitating.
Within those, there seemed to be something even more terrifying!
"Tianhun Palm!" Hun Wuji did not hold back at all. The reason he chose the three Seven-Star Dou Xian Later Stage powerhouses was naturally because he coveted their souls.
With a single palm thrust forward, countless miserable wails of howling eerie winds spread outward from within Hun Wuji's body. Following that, a pitch-black, massive palm that blotted out the sky appeared before him. With a fierce push, space shook violently, as if it could completely collapse at any moment.
"What on earth is going on with this Soul Hall powerhouse?" Elder Hu watched Hun Wuji's strike, a trace of shock flashing through his heart. Right after that, the hairs on the back of his neck suddenly stood on end as dazzling green qi radiance erupted from his body, forming a defensive wall shield a full hundred meters thick in front of the three of them.
"Bang, bang, bang!" The gloomy and bizarre soul palm had just landed