"Boom—"
Above the sky, it was as if thunder rolled.
Moments later, the white robe fell from the sky again.
But Sikong Chen himself flew backward like a kite with its string cut until, after a hundred paces, he managed to stabilize his figure by forming seals and chanting spells.
This time...
It was a draw!
After being suppressed for more than a dozen rounds.
After the boost from killing thousands of enemy soldiers.
Chen Sansi's "Unrivaled" war intent piled up, layer upon layer, elevating his combat power to a level on par with Sikong Chen, and it was still climbing!
Sikong Chen's pupils trembled as his mind struggled to calm down. Although he couldn't understand it, he had to accept a fact.
If he couldn't deal with Chen Sansi quickly, he might... die!
"Damn it!"
He had left his sect to join this battle, aiming to accumulate merits in exchange for resources, to prepare for his foundation establishment in the future. How could he actually die here?
