Zhun Ti had lost an arm, and his divine form was shattered;
Jie Yin's Dao Fruit shook, and his Golden Lotus was damaged;
Guangchengzi had lost his right arm and his bonded demon sword;
Randeng Daoren's Twenty-Four Heavens had been destroyed, leaving his aura feeble;
Ji Fa and the Nine-Tailed Fox were covered in blood, their vital energy gravely depleted.
They gasped for breath, their eyes full of terror.
How was this them surrounding and killing Tongtian? The six of them were plainly turtles trapped in a jar, left for three top-tier Saints to slaughter at will!
"Damn it! Damn it all!"
Zhun Ti clenched his teeth so hard he bit through his lip.
"We devoured the Ancient Demon Origin and cultivated Taiji Dao Fruits. Why can't we beat them?!"
Jie Yin gave a bitter laugh, his eyes brimming with regret.
"Junior Brother, borrowed power was never truly ours... Every step Tongtian and the others took was along their own Great Dao. We... chose the wrong path!"
Guangchengzi clutched the stump of his arm, trembling like chaff in a sieve.
"Where is His Majesty? Why hasn't His Majesty acted yet?!"
Randeng Daoren stared fixedly beyond the formation, his throat tight.
Their only lifeline now was the Dark Night Monarch standing outside.
If the Dark Night Monarch did not come in, Tongtian's Four Swords of Zhu Xian would grind all six of them to ash today!
High in the void, Sect Master Tongtian advanced step by step, his blue robes billowing and sword in hand.
Zhen Yuanzi held the Earth Book in his palm, his face dark as water.
Ancestor Minghe crossed his twin swords, killing intent boiling from him.
The auras of the three Saints converged into an unstoppable millstone and bore down savagely on the six Saints in the