The Elder stationed at Ziluo Mountain wanted to make one last struggle, shouting fiercely but inwardly hesitating: "Where do you cultivators come from, daring to invade Ziluo Mountain! Our Sect Leader has led a great army, along with reinforcements from the Wang Family, rushing here. If you're wise, retreat quickly and save your lives!"
But his answer was swift sword light!
A flying sword appeared instantly before him. With a swish, one strike split the Elder and the light barrier of the Defensive Spiritual Artifact in half.
Yang Jiye retrieved his flying sword, looked at the scattering disciples of Ziluo Mountain, and coldly uttered a sentence they couldn't understand: "The wheel of fortune turns, today it's Ziluo Mountain's turn."
In the next moment, the elite cultivators of the Shuangye Alliance descended from the sky, and various attacks transformed into a torrential downpour, crashing onto the Ziluo Mountain disciples.
