Wow...
Caught completely off guard, Chang Sanghuang let out a miserable scream.
Old Fat Head's blade hacked straight into his entire body. Luckily, he reacted in time, explosively unleashing all his true qi and forcibly blocking back the sudden assassination...
The next instant, Chang Sanghuang was somehow still able to roar back, "You dare ambush me? Kill him!"
But it was already too late...
After that single strike, Old Fat Head flashed toward Sikong Jing. In the blink of an eye, he crashed into the encirclement of Sikong Jing's Tyrant Soul Army-Slaying Formation. When he appeared again, he had already landed at Sikong Jing's side.
And as a remnant of Su Old Devil, he naturally had to put on a mask at this time.
After landing, he said with immense regret, "Young Master, I actually failed the assassination. Damn it!"
In response, Sikong Jing stared at Chang Sanghuang opposite him, whose entire body was pouring blood, and gently consoled him, "No matter. Chang Sanghuang has already been severely injured. For now, we have succeeded. This way, the enemy has one fewer Emperor Realm army formation master."
As long as one of the enemy's Emperor Realm experts could not unleash an army-slaying formation, then regardless of whether he died or not, this assassination was a success.
Having said that, Sikong Jing declared heavily, "We're returning!"
As his words fell, the two ignored every crazed reaction from the other side and instantly retreated back into the Willow Leaf City forces.
Naturally, Leng Chan and the others swiftly welcomed him back as well.
But before anyone could say anything, the Qianyuan Holy Demon Army on the other side had restored its momentum beneath Pei Yupo's furious roar. Yet now, their momentum was no longer as powerful as it had just been.
Of course,