After a long and bitter battle, Li Xuancang gradually gained the upper hand.
Su Lingqiu and the others were rapidly exhausting their true essence, their strength no longer at its peak.
Even though they kept swallowing pills, it was of no use.
"Li Xuancang is definitely a body cultivator. The power of his flesh is too terrifying."
"Body cultivators excel in protracted battles. The situation has already tilted in his favor."
"Such a terrifying lineup still can't defeat Li Xuancang. Just how frightening is he?"
"..."
Everyone believed Li Xuancang was a body cultivator, and they could see that the battlefield's balance had begun to crumble.
Even eleven Profound Connection Realm experts could not suppress Li Xuancang. People were so shocked that they went blank.
"Bang!"
Su Lingqiu fiercely smashed his cauldron toward Li Xuancang's head. Li Xuancang reached out with one hand, seized one of the cauldron's legs, and gave it a hard pull.
"Ah!"
Su Lingqiu cried out as his body was dragged toward Li Xuancang.
"Let go!"
Seeing this, the others shouted anxiously.
Li Xuancang's other hand had already clenched into a fist, brimming with power. If it struck Su Lingqiu, he would be dead or grievously injured.
Su Lingqiu made a prompt decision, immediately releasing the three-legged cauldron and trying to widen the distance between himself and Li Xuancang.
Su Lingqiu's reaction could not have been called slow, but he was still half a beat too late. One step's difference was the boundary between life and death.
Everyone else attacked Li Xuancang, hoping to force him onto the defensive and save Su Lingqiu.
Li Xuancang ignored their attacks. His fist was about to strike.
Better to break one finger than injure ten.
As long as he severely wounded Su Lingqiu, the battle would become clear in