The battle here was already over.
Meanwhile, Wukong had begun a slaughter of the Golden Core Cultivators not far away.
High up in the distant sky, the battle shifted once again. The puppet Aoxue seemed tireless, her attacks never pausing for a single moment. With the Myriad-Beast Bell protecting her body and the Nine-Sun Fire Phoenix Fan striking out in rapid succession, the Nascent Soul Mid Stage cultivator knew the general trend was lost.
Chapter 282