The successive collisions pushed the fury and astonishment in the hearts of the four people to the extreme.
They were all old ghosts who had entrenched themselves in the Netherworld for a hundred years, with their cultivation honed to the utmost of a yin soul. In their lifetimes, they were leaders of various sects, and never had they been driven to such a sorry state by a young junior, all by himself.
In an instant, they saw the situation clearly. In solo combat, none of them could break that Unmatched Spear Stance forged by the Five Elements Magnetic Force. If they continued to be led by the nose by Shen Siyuan, they would only be taken apart one by one, ultimately facing God and Soul Annihilation.
"Let's attack together and kill him."
Wen Huai'an shouted fiercely, the wolf hair brush in his hand pausing heavily. The tip drew a deep black ink mark in the void, changing tactics first.
