In just the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, an intense battle of one against three determined the victor.
At this moment, the cave is full of pits and craters, and the rampaging nature's spiritual energy gradually calms down.
Zeng Xian, Wen Ru, and the Demon Slaying High Priest dropped with pale faces under the Devil Crystal Tree, as numerous crystal silks piercing through their chests and Dantian emitted a radiant glow.
Zhao Sheng calmly fiddled with the Falling Immortal Bow, pacing back and forth in front of them yet strangely silent.
As time passed, the atmosphere grew heavier.
The first to succumb was the Demon Slaying High Priest, who pressed hard against the bloody hole on his right chest, attempting to contain its spread with dense blood light from his palm.
"Hmph, I've been defeated this time. Just do what you must, whether it's to kill or flay!" Despite his dire situation, the Demon Slaying High Priest maintained a strong attitude.
