Above an island in the Que Luo Domain, two groups totaling more than ten Foundation Establishment cultivators were battling in the sky.
An enormous Earth-Essence Gang Wall hovered in midair like the chimney of a blast furnace, enclosing all four sides. Shu Changsheng and his companions were trapped within it. Unable to break out, they were gradually losing ground.
Though Shu Changsheng used every trick at his disposal, he could not overcome the enemy's superior numbers, and gaps in his defense began appearing one after another.
With a bang, a blast of palm gang struck him. Dan Feng's fierce blow sent him flying backward once more.
This time, he failed to dissipate the force in time. He lowered his head and coughed up a great mouthful of blood.
"Sect Master Shu!" His companions were all wounded and could no longer hold on. In despair, they said, "We can't escape."
Dan Feng laughed loudly. "A wise man knows which way the wind blows. Surrender quietly."
Shu Changsheng clenched his fists and said bitterly, "Don't celebrate too soon!"
"Oh?" Dan Feng said. "Even now, you still have something up your sleeve?"
The companions beside Shu Changsheng did not believe he had any other means left either. Their expressions grew uncertain, and some even began considering whether they really should surrender.
Among them were an attendant from the Incense Accumulation Sect and an administrative elder from Northsky Island, but the other two were grassroots rogue cultivators. They had no reason to fight to the death.
Though Shu Changsheng did not know their thoughts, their expressions gave him some inkling.
Bitterness welled up inside him. "I do have another means, but once I exhaust it, we truly won't have another chance. I hope reinforcements arrive in time, so all the time we bought earlier