"Second, Third, let's attack together. If we join forces, we might still have a way out!"
Tian Xiezi looked at Di Xiezi and Ren Xiezi, his expression resolute.
"Alright, Boss!"
The two nodded heavily.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
The next second, three pillars of Dou Qi shot out—ah, no, three afterimages vanished from the spot and fled frantically in three different directions.
Yao Lao: "..."
"Heh, how naive!"
With a casual gesture of his right hand, Yao Lao rapidly formed a massive flaming hand high in the sky, entirely wreathed in bone-white flames!
"Whoosh!"
The instant it took shape, the thousand-zhang bone-white flaming hand plunged toward the three below with terrifying force.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The three figures streaking through the air suddenly stiffened, then exploded into chunks of flesh and blood before finally being burned into nothingness by the Bone Chilling Flame.
"Heh, Peak Dou Zun?"
After glancing around, Yao Lao let out a chuckle whose meaning was unclear.
"Yan brat, let's go."
Yao Lao swept his sleeve and vanished from the spot with Xiao Yan, who had been watching the show.
A few minutes later.
More than a dozen figures with fairly formidable auras swept over from the horizon.
At the center of the battlefield, a gigantic handprint over a thousand zhang wide had been deeply stamped into the ground.
"Gasp! A Dou Sheng expert! How terrifying!"
"I never expected Yao Chen's strength to have reached such a level!"
"He glanced in our direction just now. He must have noticed us, right?"
After discussing matters in low voices for a while, the spectators scattered in twos and threes, and the depths of this desert returned to their former silence.
Star Realm.
"Take out all the map fragments and start piecing them together. Let's see exactly where the Purifying Demonic