Qian Renxue wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, her sword angled downward.
Golden Crocodile Douluo spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva and planted his trident heavily in the ground.
Bibi Dong reversed her Demon Scythe, sealing off every trace of energy around them.
Qian Daoliu glanced down at the small, bleeding wound on his chest, stroked his beard, and advanced step by step with the blood-dripping Asura Divine Sword in hand.
The encirclement closed completely. Not even an ant could have crawled out.
Gu Yuena leaned against a broken rock, her silver hair plastered to her cheeks with blood and sweat. Her purple eyes remained fixed on the four of them, without the slightest hint of retreat, only the resolve to shatter jade and stone alike:
"Do it, you dogs of the Divine Realm... Even if I have to destroy my own dragon core, I won't let you have your way!"
Only then did Ye Yuan, who had been watching nearby with his hands tucked into his sleeves, stroll leisurely over the rubble.
Daming and Erming followed behind him, trembling, along with Xiao Wu, who hunched her shoulders and clutched the hem of her clothes.
Qian Daoliu stepped half a pace aside with his sword. Qian Renxue smoothly put away the Angel Holy Sword and moved to Ye Yuan's right, reaching out to straighten a corner of his cloak that the wind had rumpled.
Bibi Dong's icy Rakshasa demonic aura also vanished in an instant. With a backward sweep of her hand, she concealed the Demon Scythe in the void, her expression returning to its usual noble aloofness.
The sight left Gu Yuena's already exhausted mind even more bewildered.
Four level-one-hundred gods who had been striking to kill just moments ago now behaved like household guards