"Everyone, attack together! He can't hold us all off by himself!"
Seeing Zhao Fu grow flustered under their relentless attacks, seemingly unable to cope, one person cried out in delight.
Boom! Boom! Boom...
The others understood as well, unleashing all manner of attacks that shot toward Zhao Fu—sword rays, blade light, fireballs, light spears—engulfing his body completely.
After a barrage of frenzied bombardment, thunderous sounds shook the surroundings, and the ground collapsed more than ten meters deep. Their attacks had been savage and swift. Having unleashed such high-intensity attacks all at once, everyone panted heavily, somewhat exhausted, as they stared at the dust-shrouded center.
Nü Lü had not acted the entire time, because she could not bring herself to attack Zhao Fu.
Zhao Fu had told her before to attack him with everything she had, not to hold back and not to help him. Once Zhao Fu became a Guardian of the Way, no one could hold back. If they could pass, it would be their opportunity; if they could not, it would be their fate. Absolute fairness had to be maintained.
At this time, Zhao Fu could only attack with all his strength and could not favor anyone, because the Guardian of the Way's power did not permit it—it forced him to attack everyone.
Though Zhao Fu had told her this beforehand, Nü Lü still could not bring herself to strike her own husband. Seeing Zhao Fu endure such a ferocious assault now, she could not help feeling worried.
Yet her worry was entirely unnecessary. When the smoke and dust dispersed, Zhao Fu stood in the center of the great pit beneath a seven-colored barrier, completely unharmed. Their mad assault had not even broken through Zhao Fu's defenses.
Looking at those around him, Zhao Fu gave a cold laugh.