By now, Daoist Wuchen's face had grown somewhat pale.
Although his cultivation realm was the highest among the Tianyan Sect's three elders.
Simultaneously nullifying the Great Daos of so many Immortal Monarchs was also an immense burden for him.
Yet he had no room to catch his breath.
Before High Person Sanshou could speak, he waved his fly whisk again.
In an instant, heaven and earth became clear and empty once more.
Seizing the moment when the opposing Immortal Monarchs' Dao arts were sealed, High Person Sanshou stomped down again.
This time, an Immortal Monarch dressed as a middle-aged Daoist took a jade bracelet from inside his robe.
He thrust both hands forward, and the jade bracelet became a streak of light, flying toward High Person Sanshou's neck.
High Person Sanshou frowned slightly, but could only shift the direction of his descending foot a little.
The next instant, the jade bracelet was crushed to pieces underfoot.
Although the middle-aged Daoist had anticipated this outcome, he still felt a pang of anguish.
In truth, the jade bracelet's quality was not particularly high.
The problem was that most of his magic treasures had already been destroyed in the great tribulation of Ancient Times.
Only this magic treasure, which had once housed his true spirit, had survived.
Now that a magic treasure that had accompanied him through a million years had been crushed before his eyes, how could his heart not ache?
His chest heaved violently a few times before he suddenly roared:
"Old Wuchen is actually overdrawing his own reserves to this extent.
"If he isn't planning to fight us to the death here, then he must be planning to flee.
"Seal off the surrounding Great Daos, quickly! We can't let them leave just like this!"
The middle-aged Daoist's words reflected what