As the colossal, mountain-like demonic beast collapsed heavily to the ground, the churned-up dust surged upward like a sandstorm, shaking the earth beneath them. The billowing dust swept across the land like a sandstorm, blotting out the sun and plunging everything into chaos. Within the dense dust, tiny fragments of sand and stone could be faintly seen twinkling and leaping in the sunlight, resembling the indomitable heroic souls of the battlefield vibrating with passion, recounting their former valor and resilience.
Without a moment's pause or hesitation, Xuanyuan Chen and Murong Guan moved swiftly. With gazes as sharp as falcons, they locked onto the three black-robed elders. Xuanyuan Chen's face was stern, his eyes filled with determination, as he shouted loudly to Murong Guan and the others, "Strike while the iron is hot! Let's kill these three together!" Murong Guan and the others were also filled with resolve. Exchanging a glance that communicated a steadfast belief, they nodded to Xuanyuan Chen in agreement, then pooled their energy and charged toward the three elders like arrows released from a bow.
By this time, the three black-robed elders were in a panic. Their faces were twisted and ferocious with extreme terror, the wrinkles on their faces sunken like deep ravines, written all over with despair and resentment. "We truly underestimated you, but it won't be so easy to kill us!" Faced with their fierce offensive, one of the elders, despite his inner terror, force…
Chapter 78