"Puff!"
As the blade light swept across the sky like a doomsday weapon, three figures were swiftly flung back over a hundred meters.
"Damn it!" Lu Ziye's face turned extremely grim.
At this moment, he had already exerted all his strength, yet he still could not match Wang Zhao.
Even with the blessing of Secret Techniques and the assistance of Yan Susen, the gap between the Nayuan Realm and the Sky Soaring Realm remained insurmountable.
Lin Ye, standing to the side, also looked somewhat pale.
His strength was a notch weaker than Lu Ziye's. Despite Lu Ziye secretly aiding him several times, he was still depleted of vitality and appeared quite weary.
Even more disheveled was the unfamiliar figure of another pride who was sent flying.
This pride was called Zhuang Wuyou, a Nayuan Realm twelfth-level powerhouse from a previously disbanded alliance.
