The bloody battle continued, leaving only five.
These five cultivators were all formidable in combat and remarkable in their ability to survive, yet each was severely injured, panting heavily and drained of magical power, as fear crept into what was once a heated fight.
Reflecting on the previous bout, it seemed akin to a demonic possession.
"I withdraw; you can have the Golden Crow Order!"
A demon cultivator spoke, his figure flickering, ready to retreat.
But at that moment, the remaining four cultivators exchanged glances and seemed to strike out in unison.
Flames boiled over, condensed into a Golden Crow charging to attack;
Sword Qi condensed, transforming into a devastating force, striking forward;
Icy void froze, solidifying space;
Water waves undulated, sweeping in.
In an instant, the retreating cultivator found himself besieged.
Various divine secret techniques overwhelmed him in a moment.
