"Good! Let's act this way. We'll be responsible for killing this little brat, and you all hold off this dead loach!" shouted an old monster from the Mahayana Realm.
"No problem!" replied another group of old monsters from the Mahayana Realm.
Instantly, the remaining hundred-plus old monsters from the Mahayana Realm split into two groups, one rushing towards Hei Wuchang and the other towards Zhang Xiaohao.
Although under the suppression of the Fake Spiritual Domain Space, their power was drastically reduced, these old monsters from the Mahayana Realm had long-lived ways; despite their turtle-like speed, they were not to be underestimated. They each activated their Secret Techniques, shrouding themselves in layers of halo, instantly surrounded by multi-colored halos rising from their bodies, enveloping them, and unleashing an intimidating momentum, sweeping outward.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Xiaohao's lips curled into an amused smile, seemingly disdainful.
