"Retreat!"
Wujin Xiong's face was ugly as he barked harshly.
Boom! Boom!
The two of them shot backward explosively, rushing out of the Ninefold Prison Peak's shrouded range.
After Wujin Xiong and Wujin Han burst out of the Gravity Envelope, their figures reappeared in the sight of the surrounding cultivators.
"They're injured!"
"It's actually Wujin Xiong and Wujin Han who are injured!"
"..."
Staring at the icy white bloody holes in their chests and their battered, staggering retreat, all the cultivators watching below had shock flicker in their eyes.
Buzz~!
At this moment, that enormous pitch-black light film covering several thousand meters also shrank back rapidly like a receding tide.
Under the sunlight, Qin Yang held the Ninefold Prison Peak in one hand, standing in midair, gaze icy cold as he locked onto Wujin Xiong and Wujin Han.
"He's not injured, completely unscathed."
"This guy is actually stronger than Wujin Xiong and Wujin Han."
"..."
