"Brother!"
Furious, Zhao Gongming and the others who were watching from a distance immediately flew to Duobao's rescue, and at the same time, unleashed various Spiritual Treasures from their hands, directly attacking Chi Bao.
"Ha ha ha, can't beat one so you all gang up? This is all the Saint Disciples amount to!" Suddenly, a wild roar came from afar. A dozen or so Great Witches, nearing a thousand zhang high, burst out from the Jiuli Army. Each one of them had bulging muscles, exuding a surging Blood Qi Power.
"Brothers, fight on your own! Slay all these hypocritical little bulls here!" Among the group of Great Witches, the leading one had a snake's body and nine heads, spitting out terrifying floods that pierced through the Cangqiong.
The Jiuli Army below, far from being drowned by this flood, actually became more vigorous. The wounds they had received earlier from the Qing chariot healed instantly.
