"Liu Jiaojiao, how about we both stop fighting here?!
You can't hold out much longer either. If this keeps up, we'll only end up destroying each other!
Let's pretend none of this happened. We're also willing to compensate you with another thirty million lower-grade spirit stones!"
Chen Bo retreated to one side and shouted breathlessly at Liu Jiaojiao. Of their original hundred-odd Heavenly Prodigies, only fifty or so remained.
Every one of them was badly wounded, too. They had wanted to flee long ago. That damned Wang Lie's formation had done nothing to help them.
Instead, it had trapped them here with no way out. Had they known Liu Jiaojiao was this terrifying, they would have turned tail and run.
"Pah! It's too late to beg for peace now! Die, all of you!"
Liu Jiaojiao swept two Heavenly Prodigies into the air with a thrust of her spear. Everyone trembled with fear, shrinking back and not daring to advance.
Liu Jiaojiao was suffering terribly herself. Beneath her armor, her body was covered in wounds. If the Slaying God Art she cultivated had not greatly strengthened her flesh,
she would have lost the ability to fight long ago. After today, Liu Jiaojiao's strength would rise to even greater heights. Even Heavenly Prodigies her own age would have to bow their heads and concede defeat before her.
Liu Jiaojiao did not pause for an instant. She had already sheathed the long, straight saber in her left hand. Gripping the Red-Tasseled Long Spear with both hands, she charged into the crowd like a blade splitting bamboo.
Her condition did not allow her to drag this out, and she was also deeply worried about her junior brothers and sisters outside.
"Attack! Kill her! She's already an arrow at the end of its flight!"