The longer Li Sheng fought, the more alarmed he became.
The two late-stage Golden Immortal elders he had brought were actually being pinned down by several elders of Murong.
"Damn it! Just where did that brat come from?!"
What had begun as an evenly matched battle had, at some point, become a struggle to advance even an inch.
First, a muffled grunt came from his right. An elder of Murong who looked ancient had found an opening in one of the skilled Mystic Immortals he had planted there and struck his chest with a palm. He flew backward and never got up again.
Immediately afterward, cries of alarm came from the left. Of the two Golden Immortal elders, one had lost an arm, while the other had been bound by a Restriction.
A chain reaction began.
Cries of alarm, furious roars, shattering Magic Artifacts, and colliding bodies sounded one after another.
Everyone he had brought, whether the experts out in the open or the pawns hidden in the shadows, was utterly routed.
Even he was hard-pressed to fend off Murong Yuan's furious, storm-like onslaught.
When the last of his men was stripped of his Magic Artifact and collapsed limply to the ground...
Li Sheng was finally driven back by the combined efforts of Murong Yuan and several elders. His blood and qi churned within him, leaving him unable to fight again.
Leaning on his Immortal Artifact, he looked at his men sprawled every which way before him...
He knew the tide had turned against him.
The square fell silent.
Only heavy panting and a few scattered groans of pain remained.
Zhou Yan released Murong Li's hand, utterly exhausted himself. Such intense prediction had taken too great a toll on his Divine Soul.
He looked below the platform.
At some point,