The sect leader panted heavily, trying his utmost to steady his breathing.
The backlash from withdrawing the formation at the last moment.
Was far stronger than he had imagined.
With a complicated expression, the sect leader stared at the Blue Robes Man before him.
"Sir... please give the Yikun Sect a way to survive..."
The sect leader heaved a deep sigh.
With a thud, Zhang Yuan dropped onto his backside, despair in his eyes.
It was over!!
Ever since setting foot on the path of cultivation, he had imagined countless possible ways he might die.
Dying in a struggle over treasures and profit, dying from going astray in cultivation.
Or dying in a martial contest...
He had simply never imagined that killing a few field mice to vent his anger would lead to today's situation.
Never mind him.
At this moment, the Yikun Sect's leader probably regretted it even more.
Looking at the Main Peak split apart beneath his feet, he could barely resist personally beating Zhang Yuan, the chief culprit behind everything, to death.
In this battle, the Mountain-Guarding Grand Formation had been destroyed, and the heads of the Seven Peaks.
Several elders had suffered severe injuries, and six suits of Talisman Armor nurtured for a thousand years had been destroyed...
The sect leader gazed somewhat helplessly at everything before him.
Li Ping'an's figure flashed.
When he appeared again, he was already standing before Zhang Yuan.
His heart like dead ashes, Zhang Yuan closed his eyes.
A blade cleaved down across his chest,
And his body fell into a pool of blood.
Blood splashed onto the sect leader's face.
Countless gazes and strands of divine sense fixed intently on this scene.
They had no doubt that if this stroke had landed on the Yikun Sect's leader.
The result would