The blast's shock waves sent Wu Jie flying. Only after smashing through three walls did he barely come to a stop.
Wu Jie hurriedly rose from the ground. Feeling the wounds left by the shock waves, he merely glanced around. The several clones beside him were in much the same state.
Then Wu Jie looked ahead, his pupils contracting. After issuing a command toward the front, he immediately fled with his several clones.
Had Yehui not blocked that blow in front of him, Wu Jie would probably have been crippled, if not killed. But he had no thought to spare for how Yehui was doing now.
He merely left Yehui behind to cover his retreat, then hurried away to find a way to escape the Demon Plane.
As the dust from the explosion cleared, Yehui, who was under Wu Jie's control, coughed up blood while gripping the Dark Sword and resisting the attacks from the other side.
Opposite her, Leng Xiao held the Demon Dragon Staff. Seeing Yehui blocking her path, she instinctively said, "Are you out of your mind...?"
But when Leng Xiao saw Yehui's eyes, filled with a deep purple, she realized something. Just earlier, after leading her troops to deal with most of the Demons Legion inside the city, she had immediately sensed something unusual here.
She had hurried over, and upon seeing this Demons Monarch here, Leng Xiao had attacked without the slightest hesitation.
As for Yehui, who had been beside Wu Jie, Leng Xiao had merely assumed she had also just arrived to fight. Only after unleashing her attack did she discover that Yehui was the one blocking it.
Leng Xiao had therefore hurriedly pulled back some of her strength. Otherwise, with her current strength as a Limit Douluo, that blow alone would have been