Zuo Yi and the Black-Mist Elder fought with all their might, but they were no match for the two Vajra Warriors. As the Demon-Subduing Pestles crashed down, even space rippled. The slightest graze tore a large chunk of flesh from the two Kings.
A direct hit would shatter their bodies outright.
Worse still...
The old monk, who had succumbed to demonic madness, actually regarded the Vajra Warriors as allies and coordinated with them against the two Kings, every move lethal.
Seeing this, Tang Yi controlled the Restricting Formation and stopped attacking the old monk.
For a time, it became a three-against-two battle.
Zuo Yi had already been badly injured in the previous battle. He had entered the Ghost Prison Restricted Zone hoping to find some sacrificial offerings to restore his strength.
The Black-Mist Elder, meanwhile, had only taken his third step.
If they had only faced the old monk, the two Kings could definitely have joined forces to defeat him easily.
But now, they were trapped in a death sentence.
"Damn it! All along the way, we've never heard of anyone encountering an intact Sect-Protection Formation! Why are we the only ones this unlucky?"
The elder roared like a madman.
Zuo Yi's gaze, however, was cold as ice. He scanned his surroundings while fending off the attacks.
"Which friend is playing this joke? We're from the Dark Alliance, and quite a few of our powerful experts have entered this place. Please show yourself so we can talk. As long as you can open this Ancient Formation, name your terms."
"Let us settle this among ourselves. Let us leave, and we won't pursue the matter."
"If we don't return, word will get out through special means, and the others will come looking. Besides, an Eight-Step King of our Dark Alliance is