"No 'buts'!" Zhou Ye cut him off coldly. "If you don't want to die by my hand right now, then you'd better do exactly as I say. Besides, don't think that little bastard is invincible. Do you really believe he has much strength left while he's distracted trying to contain me?"
As he finished speaking, a sharp, cold glint flared in his murky, aged eyes. His figure flashed and vanished. The next moment, he reappeared directly above the Mystic Sect Formation that had trapped the two Innate Early Stage experts.
"Hmph! Break!"
With a cold snort that echoed through the air, Zhou Ye revealed a pure black Qimen short spear that had appeared in his palm at some unknown moment. He channeled immense True Qi into the weapon, making it pulsate with ripples of dark, serpentine light. Then, with a fierce flick of his wrist, he sent the spear plummeting like a dark meteor to smash into the Formation.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
