Bang bang bang!
The deafening sound echoed all around, and the defensive formation powered collectively by the members of the Xuantian Sect shuddered violently. Under the relentless bombardment led by the four Semi-Saints, the formation seemed ready to collapse.
"Supreme Elder, we can't hold on much longer!"
Veins bulged on Qin Tian's forehead, as they were outnumbered from the start and facing four Semi-Saint Strong People, their defense was indeed unable to endure for long.
"We must hold on even if we can't!"
Half-Saint Black Flame bellowed at the people, his eyes darting to a distance involuntarily, but there was no one in sight.
It seemed Ye Xuan and the others were not ready yet.
"Why bother, surrender might still spare your life."
Wuchang's lips curled into a brutal smile, excited for the imminent bloodbath.
"Shut up!"
