Bab 1596: 3600 Swords

"Young Master!"

Upon seeing this scene, members of the Shaoman clan burned with anxiety. The Fey cultivated their bodies, and once their bodies were injured they had to expend lifeblood to replenish those losses. Although it was only as portion of his tail, it was still quite a considerable loss for Shaomang Xuan.

Shaomang Xuan grabbed his tail, yanked it forcibly and pulled it out!

"Let's join in to kill this person!"

Two Shaomang clan elders could no longer sit still. With loud roars, their aged bodies swelled like toads as they stimulated their Fey bloodlines.

However, before they could charge forward, they discovered that the sky had turned a hazy gray. The entire battlefield had been blanketed by Yi Yun's Primordial Destruction space.

The heavy pressure left everyone's motions stalled.

Yi Yun extended out both arms as he pointed with his index and middle fingers, gathering immense Primordial Destruction forces at his fingertips.