Han Mo, for his part, held the absolute upper hand.
His Swordsmanship had reached the Transformation Realm, and each strike landed precisely on his opponent's weak points. The Feathered People Second King with the strongest aura now sported over a dozen wounds, his wings tattered and broken. He was in a miserable state.
Meanwhile, Lu Wenquan had used an Energy barrier to trap the three Priest-type Second Kings, preventing them from supporting the other battlefields.
Everything seemed to be moving in their favor.
But Xu Wuyi's intuition told him the real death trap had yet to be sprung.
'Since the Feathered People laid this trap, they couldn't possibly have only these tricks up their sleeve. The six Second Kings are powerful, but they're far from enough to surround and kill me, not when I have three Quasi-Grandmasters protecting me.'
'They must have another move.'
Just then, something unexpected happened.
