The eight Full Saints flew backward, tumbling downward.
As they landed, they staggered a few steps...
Puff.
Puff puff.
...
The eight people spat out blood one after another!
Looking at Fang Yu.
After retreating more than ten steps, he stomped his feet hard, boom... and stood firm.
He stood stably and securely.
Fang Yu's gaze swept sharply over those eight people!
This move... barely acceptable.
But it wasn't easy either.
Simultaneously using Spiritual Will and Dragon Soul Power, along with the Immortal Spiritual Artifact Dragon Roar Sword, facing eight at once, could be considered evenly matched!
Luckily, the characteristic of the Divine Dragon Technique is extremely peculiar. The power of the eight people caused Fang Yu's blood and Qi to roll for a moment but quickly settled, and he did not spit blood.
In this straight-on confrontation, Fang Yu had the upper hand!
"No, no—not possible!!!"
Feng Wenfeng's eyes were bloodshot, emitting a tearing sound.
