บท 1185: The Martial Paragon Dies!

The first slash came from within the pyramid, and it was actually the remaining force of the tiger-shaped saber glare. 

The second slash sent out Ye Gucheng, who was covered in wounds. 

Happy might have used all his strength to block the third slash, the remaining force from the slash still blew at the people outside so strongly that they could not stand straight. They had to rely on the others to help them before they were able to stand firmly on the stone stairs. 

Before they could even think that the danger was over, Happy's expression suddenly changed, and his eyes were trained on the tunnel once more. His gaze was intense. 

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The fierce sound of air being torn rose. Their robes fluttered. It was as if something had been kicked out, and it was not just one person. 

"Ten Thousand Years, save them!"

He shouted loudly, and Happy rushed to the entrance of the tunnel without hesitation.