"Boss! There are three of them! That's not fair to you!" Su Hen couldn't help shouting.
The Sword Cultivators of the Heavenly Gang Demon-Suppressing Battalion knew that this final, deadly showdown had nothing to do with them.
To put it harshly, they had outlived their usefulness.
The Nine Nether Dynasty had lost the entire game. The Heavenly Origin Dynasty's army of cultivators would soon reach the Nine Nether Imperial Capital.
But in their hearts, Li Yang had already become their spiritual leader.
"It's our fault for being useless. Even if we went in, we'd only drag you down." The real Qin Feng beat his chest and stamped his feet, hating himself for not being strong enough, for leaving Li Yang to face the second, third, and fifth on the Slaughter Ranking alone.
Ahead stood a Sixth-Rank Trapping Formation. One could enter but not leave, like a sealed arena for fighting beasts. Any trump card meant to preserve one's life would become useless.
"Whew..."
Li Yang drew a deep breath without the slightest hesitation.
Having fought his way this far, the three before him were the last enemies remaining.
He knew Mu Zangfeng was incredibly strong. As his Purple Mansion opened and closed, Chaos Swordlight flickered in and out, bearing divine power capable of slaying immortals.
It was not the Immortal-Slaying Phenomenon of an ancient treasure, but a Sword Pellet from this era that had been stained with immortal blood!
Holy Son Qianyang was equally powerful, with an endless succession of spells and divine abilities. No one knew just how many arts he had comprehended.
Like a pure Sword Cultivator, he was a pure Spell Cultivator, and his physical body even rivaled that of a Body Cultivator Crown Champion.
Ye Zhiqiu held his heavy hammer, his face bearing a still somewhat