Yan Ting lowered his head. The light in his chain-bound eyes grew dimmer and dimmer, while the blood at the corner of his mouth turned dark purple under the erosion of black mist.
His breathing became weaker and weaker. The lightning barrier around him had shattered, leaving only a few scattered arcs still flickering.
"Damn it, what the hell is this thing? How did the wind turn against us again?"
"Third Heaven Quasi-Saint Realm—three whole undead beings at the Third Heaven Quasi-Saint Realm."
"Fuck, what kind of technique is this? Summoning the undead?"
"Three Third Heaven Quasi-Saint Realm undead, plus Annihilation himself—that makes four Third Heaven Quasi-Saint Realm powerhouses. How are we supposed to fight this?"
"Get up, get up, Yan Ting! You can do it! Get up! Come on!"
"Get up! Please, don't die! Get up and hit back!"
Origin Continent spectator island.
Seeing Yan Ting truly about to be suppressed, countless cultivators broke out in a cold sweat for him.
They clenched their fists, gritted their teeth, and stared fixedly at that figure on the arena.
That half-kneeling figure.
Get up.
Get up!
That was the cry in countless hearts.
"See? This is how the plot is supposed to go. I knew Annihilation had something up his sleeve. That bastard is insidious."
A Chaos Ancient Clan expert smiled faintly.
There was a trace of ease in his voice.
It was as though he had never worried about Annihilation.
It was as if he had known all along that Annihilation would win this battle.
"Hehe, Annihilation really had us worried for a while. His undead Dao is formidable."
"Indeed. A perfect reverse counter. This Thunderclap Holy Son is going to die now."
"We are the strongest. Kill them, slaughter them all, drive them out of the Origin Continent. They