At the battle's perimeter, Yun Zhenzhen grips a low-grade spiritual weapon level longbow, her eyes as dazzling as the sun, and shoots blue and red arrows from afar at the enemy, while her companions quickly find opponents and start fighting.
At the center of the battle, Wang Zhiyuan engages with the scar-faced man for just a moment before his expression turns solemn.
"You've actually broken through the Nayuan Realm Eleventh Tier?"
As the leader of Yun Zhenzhen's group, Wang Zhiyuan's cultivation is merely at the peak of Nayuan Realm Tenth Tier.
They are, after all, a group of isolated individuals, with limited talent; having such strength is already quite good.
No one expected the scar-faced man to have broken through to Nayuan Realm Eleventh Tier.
Though he clearly had a recent breakthrough, it was enough to quickly put Wang Zhiyuan at a disadvantage in their clash.
"Heh heh..." The scar-faced man let out a chilling laugh, "There's your contribution, Wang Zhiyuan!"
