At the center of the sinkhole, atop the scorched earth.
The remaining five world-class bosses and the Lord of Emotions' four maids stood back-to-back within a crumbling defensive circle, surrounded by fifteen Madara Uchiha clones like lambs trapped by a pack of wolves.
The arrogance and composure befitting world-class wanted bosses had long vanished from their faces, replaced by unconcealable shock and despair.
Taotie's enormous body was covered in wounds. Green blood dripped continuously, corroding the scorched ground and sending up hissing white smoke. Its maw, capable of devouring all things, could now only emit pained gasps.
The shadow formed by the Abyssal Whisper had dimmed to the point of nearly dissipating, like a dying candle in the wind.
More than half of the Void Weaver's illusory limbs had been severed, and its aura was weak.
The tavern owner's clothes were in tatters. The signature gentle smile on his face had long been replaced by gravity and a trace of fear.
The four maids of joy, anger, sorrow, and pleasure were in just as sorry a state. Their maid outfits were torn to shreds, exposing flashes of bare skin.
Future's expression was dark, her small hands clenched tightly into fists.
This was the twenty-fourth time!
She had traveled through time, gathered five world-class bosses, laid down an inescapable net, and had even used Yellow Springs Burial as bait—yet she had still ended up like this!
This Xia Yuan's strength was simply unfathomable, surpassing her expectations time and time again.
Mo Shiyu, Zhao Wenguo, and the others watched the world-class wanted bosses surrounded by Xia Yuan's clones and could not help but sigh inwardly.
The offensive and defensive positions had been completely reversed!
Those world bosses who had slaughtered countless lives, powerful as natural disasters, had actually been beaten into such