And they were rely lambs awaiting slaughter.
"This farce... must end!!!"
Ji Wuying’s eyes were bloodshot, hair disheveled, blood seeping from the corners of his mouth, he howled frenziedly as if possessed.
He fiercely bit the tip of his tongue, spraying a mouthful of blood onto the longsword in his hand.
The sword’s blade instantly erupted with a sinister blood-red light, its aura climbing frantically.
He was about to employ a life-or-death secret technique to forcibly tear open this cursed domain!
Ji Wuhen and Ji Wufeng also roared simultaneously, their Qi Blood boiling as if burning, clearly ready to fight to the death!
Yet, in the face of the trio’s impending last madness.
Fang Qingyu, wrapped in Shenxiao, his cold golden pupils finally swept over with a faint trace of indifference.
He nodded slightly, his voice traveled through the Thunder, chillingly calm:
"Indeed."
"This farce... must end."
At the mont the word "end" fell.
The three of Ji Wuying shot forth like three blood-colored arrows, with a catastrophic montum, suddenly launching.
Three blood shadows tore through the darkness, heading straight for Fang Qingyu.
This was the last strike gathering all their power, all their anger, all their despair!
And Fang Qingyu rely raised his left hand calmly.
No complicated sealing, no world-shaking power buildup.
He just opened his five fingers toward the direction of the three’s charge, then...
Clenched the void!
Boom! Boom! Boom!!!
Three enormous dark gold Shenxiao, like heavenly punishnt columns, with diaters far exceeding previous asures, suddenly descended from directly in front of the three’s charging path...
Fiercely landing!!!
As if everything had been calculated from the start.
Ti seed to freeze at this mont.
The madness, resolve, and a hint of impending triumph on the faces of Ji Wuying’s group were instantly replaced by boundless horror and disbelief.
"No——!!!"
Ji Wuying only had ti to let out a scream filled with ultimate despair.
Their pupils reflected the dazzling thunderlight, that flooded their entire vision and destroyed everything.
Rumble——!!!!
Deafening thunder echoed throughout the Dark Domain.
The blinding thunderlight instantly swallowed their figures completely.
The raging Shenxiao Power ripped and tore without restraint.
As the thunderlight slowly dissipated.
The figures were charred, smoking, and their skin was shredded.
Like three pieces of broken charcoal, twitching spasmodically, they were deeply embedded into three enormous, charred black pits, their edges flowing with molten lava.
Sizzle... crack...
Small arcs of electricity were still jumping over their charred wounds.
Each movent triggering a burst of violent spasms and painful moans.
"Im... possible..."
Lying at the bottom of the pit, half of Ji Wuying’s face was charred and carbonized, one eye completely blinded, the other fixedly glaring at the golden figure slowly descending from the air, filled with endless venom and incomprehension.
"Why... why could you... see through... our... speed... trajectory..."
His voice was hoarse and shattered, like a broken bellows being pulled, each word accompanied by blood spatter.
Fang Qingyu slowly landed by the pit’s edge, the violent Shenxiao around him receded like a tide, revealing his calm and tranquil face.
The two fierce Dragon Horn shadows above his head also dissipated.
He looked down upon the pit bottom, at the three Ji Family Tier Three mbers like dying worms.
His eyes showed no ripple of emotion.
"Why?"
Fang Qingyu’s lips curled into a faint arc, "Because the speed you pride yourselves on, in my eyes..."
"Is slow as a crawling turtle."
"You...!"
Ji Wuying, furious, trembled all over, spat out another mouthful of black blood with internal organ fragnts, his gaze completely dimd, leaving only deep-seated venom and unwillingness.
He finally understood, from the beginning, their "speed" in front of Fang Qingyu.
Was nothing but a complete and utter joke.
This was no battle at all, but a one-sided mockery and crushing.
Just at this mont...
Sand... sand... sand...
Dense and faint footsteps approached from all directions.
The thick darkness shrouding this core area slowly drew back like stage curtains to the sides.
One, two, three...
The figures of Wei Banng, Jiang Wei, Chu Kuanglan, and Lu Jiuyuan appeared first.
Then followed Lin Yu, Zhang ng, Chen Shan, Li Yan...
One figure after another erged from the gradually dissipating darkness.
Thirty-seven mbers of Dawn, silently surrounded the three massive charred pits.
Carrying more or less traces of fierce battles.
So clothing dotted with dark red bloodstains, but their eyes were astonishingly bright.
Fixing on the three twitching, charred, foul-slling figures at the pit bottom.
In those gazes, there was no elation at victory.
Only hatred settled to an extre, endless humiliation, and... the joy of finally being able to avenge their foes...
The entire battlefield was silent.
Only the howling of the wind and snow as it rushed back into the area.
And the intermittent moaning of the three charred figures at the pit bottom.
Fang Qingyu’s gaze swept over faces filled with hate and anticipation, finally landing on Lin Yu at the forefront.
The coldness on his face lted quietly, like the ice and snow of early spring.
Lips curled into a gentle, encouraging smile.
He first spoke to Wei Banng and the others.
"Let’s go."
Finally looked at Lin Yu, and the thirty-seven pairs of eyes behind her, nodding slightly:
"The rest..."
"Is up to you."
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