Chapter 610: Martial Arts or Spells, You're Far Out of Your Depth!
The six members of the Zeng Family stood on the ground, unable to see the overlapping layers of invisible palm force in the sky.
But anyone could hear the rapid series of piercing sounds. And they could see clearly how the Fire-Tipped Javelin finally lost its force and fell.
The burly man, already wounded internally, had never imagined his ultimate technique would end like this. His blood surged, and he spat a mouthful of blood that sprayed out like mist.
After that, he could no longer stand. He slumped to the ground.
"I can't go on!" he said bitterly. "You all leave. Twelfth Uncle and I will try to hold him off."
"If we don't drive him back, none of us will escape!" Twelfth Uncle, the old man whose right arm hung limp at his side, said coldly. "He's a True Person Grandmaster. He can fly. No matter how fast we run, we can't outrun him riding the wind."
"Then what do we do?"
The old man looked toward the only woman among the six.
"Fourth Sister, you'll have to use the Great White Sword Pill."
Of the six, this woman had the highest cultivation. Yet she had not made a move until now. Clearly, she had misgivings and did not want to use her ultimate technique lightly.
But at this moment, she had no choice.
She sighed. "Even with the Great White Sword Pill, I'm not very confident. Everyone... be ready."
"We understand."
"A life may last a hundred years, but death comes for everyone. We've long been prepared."
"Fourth Sister, do it!"
They changed their formation again, this time forming the Five-Element Formation. Five of them took positions corresponding to metal, wood, water, fire, and earth,