Iron-Masked Monk

Zhao Wuji stared dumbfounded as Jingshan used a life-risking secret art and charged at Chen Yuan. At that moment, he suddenly felt exhausted. Look at the Radiance Cult—Lu Beiming's momentum was unmatched, Liu Suifeng strategized from afar, and Chen Yuan alone could stir up storms in the outside world.

Even the Radiance Cult's hall masters were willing to charge forward one by one without regard for their lives, fighting to the death just to cover Mr. Bei and conserve his strength for entering the Ninth-Realm Heavenly Profound.

Now look at his own side. What sort of demons and monsters filled this Demon-Suppressing Alliance?

The useless were useless, the arrogant were arrogant; each harbored their own schemes, and their interests were far from united.

And those people from the Northwestern Twin Cities were simply brainless. They deserved to spend their entire lives going in circles through the barbaric lands of the Northern Lands and Western Extremity!

He had exhausted every effort to gather this lot together. If only they could obey him and stop with all their reservations and calculations, the Radiance Cult would have long since been suppressed. How could things have turned out like this?

At this moment, Zhao Wuji was utterly stifled, but he could only abandon the formation disk and pursue Jingshan as he attacked alongside him.

Under the effects of the Divine Flame Heart-Burning Art, Jingshan's power had already been elevated to an unimaginably terrifying peak.

The battle halberd in his hand seemed to carry the mighty force to tear apart Heaven and Earth, directly ripping open the Cold Abyss Blood Fiend Heaven-Sealing Formation that Chen Yuan had been maintaining all along.

However, he had already burned his Holy King Bloodline. The power of Heaven and Earth that the Eighth-Level Divine Altar Realm could bring him