Like an autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, the situation was quickly decided. The fiends and demons present fell one after another. Soon, only three Venerables were still hanging on by a thread.
Venerable Red Tiger's great club had already been snapped by Xiang Tiange, who was now dragging the demon by his tail and swinging him around like a pinwheel.
Venerable Golden Lion had long been beaten back into his original form. His once majestic golden fur had been completely shaved off by Li Zuoyue's twenty flying swords. He was left bald and pitiful, his body densely covered with sword marks. It was a tragic sight.
Venerable Yu Jiao was in slightly better condition. Although she was being ganged up on by Huang Yunchong and Venerable Wuji's eight disciples, her strength was also greatly suppressed by being locked on by Ji Yan's distant aura.
