Although there were a great many of them—around twenty or thirty—he would hold them all off even if he had to fight covered in wounds, even if he had to throw his life away.
That way, Qin Xi, Ancestor Hongjun, and the others could personally deal with the Masked Man.
They had finally caught the Masked Man's true body today. If they let him escape again, who knew when they would meet him next?
Qin Xi nodded and said nothing more.
Because he knew that each of them had their own strength, and at the critical moment, they would all be able to keep themselves alive.
On the other side, Ao Xin had already very quickly started fighting with those Black-Clad Men.
He had now changed back into his true form, turning into a True Dragon. His red dragon body was several dozen meters long, and with every swipe of his dragon claws, those people were utterly shredded to pieces.
Ouyang Qing had also transformed back into his true form: a Nine-Tailed White Fox. Although it did not look especially large, it was truly extraordinarily agile.
Every time it lunged at someone, its tails seemed to carry some mysterious power. With just one strike, that person would lose all strength, and then once it bit down on the other party's neck, their life was completely gone.
Qin Xi watched as the two of them unleashed their full strength at this moment.
Qin Xi looked at the Masked Man and said to him, "Come on. Today, I'll take your life."
The God-Slaying Spear had already stabbed toward the mirror on the Masked Man's side.
The Masked Man knew that today was truly a matter of life and death for him, but he looked at Qin Xi and said, "Are you really