The Misty Cloud Sect.
Xiao Huohuo had been locked in a fierce battle with Yun Shan for a long time, their clash darkening heaven and earth.
But Xiao Huohuo's expression grew uglier by the moment. With the formation bolstering Yun Shan, Yao Lao had already expended far too much soul power.
"No, if this keeps up, we'll lose to him sooner or later."
Xiao Huohuo's face was grim. He could not drag this out, or Yao Lao would no longer be able to hold on.
Xiao Huohuo looked down. By now, the Misty Cloud Sect was devastated, and the powerful guests who had been invited had all retreated far away.
"Brother Xiao Huohuo!"
In the distance, Curly suddenly shouted to Xiao Huohuo.
Hearing the shout, Xiao Huohuo turned and saw Curly extending a hand toward him, his expression solemn.
He raised a single finger, making the sign for one.
Xiao Huohuo immediately understood the signal. It seemed there was only one way left.
He turned back toward Yun Shan, his gaze fearless.
"Yun Shan, I still have an ultimate move that can shake heaven and earth and make ghosts and gods weep. Once I use it, even the entire Misty Cloud Sect combined won't be able to withstand it. If you don't want innocent disciples caught in the crossfire, I hope you'll know what's good for you."
Yun Shan's expression twisted at those words, and he sneered. "Hahaha! Xiao Huohuo, if you're spouting such nonsense, you must already be a spent arrow at the end of its flight. Let's see how you block this next strike!"
Yun Shan's voice dripped with scorn and mockery.
Everyone watched from afar, their hearts tightening. What ability did Xiao Huohuo still have that could turn the tables?
That he had shaken the Misty Cloud