Compared to the smiling faces of the sixteen patriarchs, Wang Mang's face looked incredibly grim.
The entire area had been sealed off.
Wang Mang had very limited space to maneuver.
Refusing to believe in his entrapment, Wang Mang launched his Dao runes attack, hoping to break the surrounding barrier.
However, his attack made no impact; the blood-red barrier showed no sign of disturbance, not even a ripple.
The people opposite him didn't give him much chance to breathe, charging at him ferociously.
Darkness filled Wang Mang's eyes.
The situation was precarious—a grim prospect unless Wu Ya could come to his aid.
There was no choice but to face it head-on!
In an instant, Wang Mang's body surged with the peak Dao runes as he brandished the Slaughter Halberd, his face twisted ferociously.
The patriarch closest to Wang Mang naturally received focused attention.
