"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The increasingly powerful energy hovered above West Yan Mountain.
Six Mahayana Realm experts, like blazing suns, radiated light everywhere, making it unbearable to look directly at them.
They were truly too powerful!
"Ye Xuan, after this strike, you will be reduced to ashes."
The Nine Yang Sword Saint, like a deity, floated between heaven and earth, surrounded by bursting flames, incomparably bright, and spoke indifferently.
"Ye Xuan, I give you one last chance, take your own life! Only then can you leave a whole corpse behind."
The Eight Desolate Sword Venerate smiled coldly, the Eight Desolate Sword in his hand, with its rampant Sword Momentum, was unstoppable.
"Amitabha! Benefactor Ye Xuan, the outcome of this battle is already determined. You... should end your own life!"
The Holy Monk of Enlightenment smiled and advised.
