Xiao Wu's Sacrifice (Part 1)

Su Chen did not move.

Ten minutes.

Iron Wall had been sealed. Fearclaw Bear, Shadow Leopard, and Black Tortoise were all frozen within the domain. Er Ming could not move either.

Yue Guan and Gui Mei could not move as well—during the Martial Soul Fusion Skill's duration, the two casters were bound in place.

But they did not need to move.

All they needed was these ten minutes.

Twenty Soul Sages above rank seventy, plus three members of the Golden Generation.

Their target: Xiao Wu in the canyon.

And the seven Soul Kings standing in front of Xiao Wu, one heavily wounded Tang San, ten Thunder Eagles, and ten Thousand Jun Ants.

Su Chen turned and swept a glance outside the canyon entrance.

The two columns split into three advancing paths. The Soul Power fluctuations of the six people in the front row surged in unison.

The three members of the Golden Generation followed behind them.

Purple light glimmered in Hu Liena's Demon Fox Eyes, cold radiance spilled from Xie Yue's Moon Blades, and the air around Yan twisted into heat waves.

There was no needless talk. They charged straight ahead.

Su Chen raised his right hand.

"Thunder Eagles."

Two words.

Ten dark specks beneath the clouds lit up at once. Purple arcs exploded along their feather tips, joining into a sheet that tore ten scorched-white streaks across the dusk sky.

[Ten Thousand Thunders Descend]

The ten Thunder Eagles circled and converged, their wings spread to the limit, thumb-thick arcs snapping from every feather tip. Their ten auras intertwined, drawing in the moisture and charge high in the air as gray storm clouds visibly swirled, sank, and expanded—

Three seconds. The thunderstorm zone took shape.

Within a hundred-meter radius, muffled purple thunder rolled down from beneath the clouds.

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