"Impossible!"
"This is impossible!"
"How could this happen?!"
Yan Feng stood outside the battle zone, feeling the Turtle Field Clan's presence ahead of him steadily weakening. He shook his head desperately, trying to deny everything before his eyes.
The Turtle Field Clan, in whom he had placed such great hopes, had actually been beaten into the ground.
Of course, with his cultivation at the Eighth-Grade Heavenly Venerable realm, he naturally understood that it was not the Turtle Field Clan that was too weak, but the Proud Dragon Squad fighting this time that was far too strong.
Their attacks clearly came from cultivators only at the Third-Turn Samsara Realm, yet they made him feel as though they were no weaker than a full-force strike from an Eighth-Turn or even a Nine-Turn Samsara Realm cultivator.
Wasn't Palm Lightning the most ordinary kind of energy attack?
Since when could flying sword attacks stack their damage?
The many things happening before him defied his understanding, leaving Yan Feng feeling as though his brain could hardly keep up.
There was still a chance!
Kameda Sasaki and the others still had one final trump card they had yet to use.
With two beings sharing one body, the power of their self-destruction was twice the normal amount.
No one could withstand an attack made by a powerhouse of the same level who sacrificed even their soul to self-destruct, much less an energy attack from a double self-destruction.
This was Yan Feng's final trump card, and the agreement he had reached with the Turtle Field Clan.
As long as the Turtle Field Clan won this battle by self-destructing at the cost of their souls, the Fire Clan promised to give them a place rich in resources where they could recover and rebuild. The Fire Clan would also publicly