He felt that this could not go on.
With a great enemy before them, Xu Zimo's importance had instead greatly diminished.
He no longer seemed all that important.
After all, the Embers Organization was what was most troublesome right now.
If they appropriately negotiated some terms, that could be accepted as well.
What Yan Liben most wanted to preserve at this moment was, of course, his own life.
"What do I want?"
Xu Zimo sneered and replied.
"Of course, I want to leave all of you here."
"You certainly know how to boast," the World-Weary Evil Monk sneered from the side.
"If Embers had not launched a sudden attack and caught us off guard, you would already be a corpse."
Hearing the World-Weary Evil Monk's words, Xu Zimo narrowed his eyes slightly.
The next moment, he stretched out his right hand, and strands of Dao Rhyme spread from his palm.
Immediately afterward, terrifying power crashed toward Yan Liben like mountains toppling and seas overturning, suppressing him.
That power was surging and boundless. Yan Liben felt like a lone leaf-boat, unable to resist even the slightest bit.
His mind trembled in shock. He had clearly never expected Xu Zimo's strength to be so profound.
Before this, he had possessed some understanding of Xu Zimo's strength.
But that understanding had clearly been limited.
Had he known Xu Zimo's true strength, he would never have acted this way.
Yet now that Xu Zimo had suppressed him, he could do nothing. He was like a fish upon the chopping block, left to be carved up by others.
He had even wanted to warn the World-Weary Evil Monk.
But unfortunately, he could no longer do so.
After suppressing Yan Liben, Xu Zimo stepped forward and faced the World-Weary Evil Monk directly.
At this moment, the