"Fellow Daoist Ye!"
Lin Lan, the Heavenly Sword Sect's grand elder, cried out involuntarily, anguish written across his face.
The others had not been close to Ye, but after fighting shoulder to shoulder, they could not help feeling the fox's sorrow at the rabbit's death.
Even a fellow cultivator in the Nascent Soul Realm had died. What were they still doing here?
Braving death was not the responsibility of mighty overlords and Great Powers. They still had abundant authority and privileges to enjoy; they could not throw their lives away in such an unfamiliar place!
For a moment, these experts, who should have harbored ambitions of sweeping all beneath heaven, could not help thinking of retreat.
Only death could make them realize that everything in this world was fair. Nascent Soul experts like them were nothing special either. When their time came to fall, they too would die, their cultivation extinguished.
But Li Chen would not stop, and the Mechanism Puppets were even less inclined to mourn their own kind. Instead, they seized the opportunity to occupy more advantageous airspace.
An endless torrent of attacks swept across heaven and earth once more, scouring the force field enclosed by the three Sky Cities.
Both he and the Creation Sect's Puppet Masters were determined to catch every last invader in their net. They had painstakingly changed strategies over a month earlier, feigned defeat, gone into hiding, and built up their strength-not merely for two or three enemies.
If the opportunity arose, they would naturally seek to net them all!
As though sensing Li Chen's killing intent, the Outer Dao Experts all unleashed their last-resort measures and fought for their lives.
They all knew that if they did not use their trump cards now, they might never get another chance.
An even fiercer