Melee

Two days later.

Jia Ma Empire frontline battlefield.

Tens of thousands of soldiers fought fiercely, every one of them covered in blood, their fighting spirit soaring.

"Die, Jia Xing Tian!"

In the sky, three elderly men in green robes, each embroidered with a lion's head, tiger's head, and bear's head on their chests, watched the hemp-robed figure that had been sent flying.

The lion-robed elder among them roared, his bloody claw tearing through the air with a sharp whistle as it viciously struck toward Jia Xing Tian.

"Great-Grandfather!"

Seeing this, a tall woman with an icy, striking aura cried out anxiously from the battlefield.

If these men who called themselves the Mulan Three Elders had not possessed the combined strength of a Dou Zong, her great-grandfather would never have fallen into such danger.

Wind Spiral Wall!

Just as the lion-robed elder was about to succeed, a woman's sharp cry rang out.

A solid wall formed entirely from raging wind suddenly appeared out of thin air, blocking the lion-robed elder.

Clang!

The instant the two collided, the lion-robed elder's body paused slightly before the wind wall shattered apart.

Taking advantage of that brief opening, Jia Xing Tian leaped up, his body turning into a streak of yellow light as he swiftly evaded the lion-robed elder's fatal attack.

"Thank you, Sect Master Yun, for your aid."

Jia Xing Tian landed beside Yun Yun and cupped his hands in thanks.

Had Yun Yun not intervened just now, he likely would have perished already.

Whoosh!!!

Yet before Yun Yun could respond, the lion-robed elder, along with the remaining tiger-robed and bear-robed elders, charged over once again with shrieking air-splitting force.

"Damn it!"

The two of them immediately changed expression. Their Dou Qi surged as they both hurriedly retreated at top speed.

"Stay!"

The tiger-robed