In midair, Wu Yuan's eyes blazed. Seeing a group charge out toward the southeast, he could not help looking delighted.
At last, some disciples had escaped. His flagging spirits surged.
News of what had happened on Li Dao's side immediately swept across the battlefield like a tide. Every Heaven Mending Pavilion disciple was stirred, fierce fighting spirit burning in their eyes.
In the void, the Divine Vine confronted a host of supreme experts. Sweeping a cold gaze over their figures, he said indifferently, "The seeds have already been sown. What you do today will be repaid another day!"
Hearing the Divine Vine's words, the supreme experts turned their gazes toward Li Dao, their expressions ugly.
"A mere Spirit Transformation brat! What waves could he possibly stir up?"
"Fellow Daoist, you should hand over the divine seed. Perhaps we might even leave the Heaven Mending Pavilion a path to survival!"
Naturally, the Divine Vine did not believe them. Vines like emerald divine gold soared into the sky as he said quietly, "Why waste your breath on useless words? If you want to fight, then fight."
The Purple-Gold Wings unfolded behind Li Dao. Seeing the shockwaves of battle continuously falling from the void overhead, his heart sank. He knew the Sacrificial Spirit and the others had begun fighting.
Before he could think further, however, several figures charged toward him.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh-
Cultivators from the Tuoba Family, along with others coveting Li Dao's treasures, immediately surrounded him.
"Quite an arrogant brat, aren't you? You're that Li Zizai, right? I hear you have plenty of fine things. Hand them over, and we'll let you live!"
An old man holding a small black-and-green cauldron spoke sinisterly to Li Dao.
"Exactly, exactly. Hand over your things, and I can spare your life," chimed in a