"Hmph! Courting death!!"
Elder Wu Hen waved his long sleeves, creating a massive golden wave of Qi that instantly knocked dozens of people in front of him to the ground!
Zheng Aotian and the others were forced to spit blood on the ground.
There was no choice.
The gap between a Grade One Grandmaster and a Seventh Grade Grandmaster was too vast!
"A bunch of ants daring to contend for the throne, truly courting death!"
Elder Wu Hen proclaimed proudly.
Not just here.
In every battlefield of the Supreme Sect, the situation was similarly one-sided; although they charged forward, the discrepancy in cultivation with those stationed here was too stark.
Here alone, there were over fifty Grade Four Grandmasters!
These experts were amidst the crowds, slaughtering in all directions.
Forcing Zhiyun and the others to continuously retreat.
