"Pursue!" The leading disciples of the three sects had no choice. Seeing that the probing had failed, they immediately gave the order with decisive resolve.
"Kill!" Having received the order, the disciples of the three Shanghua Sect factions could only scatter their formation and pursue their enemies separately. Still, they were well trained; they formed groups of twos and threes as they attacked.
For a time, lights flickered all around the enormous wind pillar, sounds rolled on without end, and miserable screams rang out from different places now and then!
"Senior Brother Kan, how should we respond?" Seeing the disciples of the three Shanghua Sect factions make their move, Kan Peng asked in a low voice.
"Hmph, let's watch first!" Kan Ximing glared at Kan Peng, then glanced at Gen Yuhui beside him, whose face was deathly pale. He said quietly, "Didn't you see that Junior Brother Gen's injuries haven't recovered? We cannot clash head-on with the Shanghua Sect disciples!"
"Yes!" Kan Peng replied with lowered eyes, though he had long since prepared the yellow talismans in his hand.
The four disciples of the Thunder Control Sect were truly unlucky. When they saw Xiao Hua and the others rush into Mingxi, they had been delighted. They directed the disciples of the various sects to seize the opportunity and tear apart the formation jointly laid down by the three Shanghua Sect factions, then charged into Mingxi in high spirits. Yet the pride in their hearts had barely rippled for long, and the glory of being praised by disciples of other sects had hung on their faces for only half a moment before the Xunyan Sect disciples set their sights on them!
Wasn't that exactly so? You Thunder Control Sect disciples were simply too capable—you had forcibly torn open the formation of