BANG!
BANG!
His body sank lower and lower. Ye Wushuang's expression was cold, his blood-red eyes fixed on the four figures in the sky. 'Damn my lack of strength!' he cursed inwardly.
For the first time, he truly understood just how important it was to have unparalleled strength.
Even though his current Combat Power was terrifying—enough to fight opponents at the Fourth or Fifth Layer of the True Essence Realm and far surpassing ordinary people—his strength was ultimately still too weak. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so easily suppressed by four cultivators at the Spiritual Spring Realm.
In the sky, the four Spiritual Spring masters watched Ye Wushuang, whose sharp aura had not diminished in the slightest. They narrowed their eyes, marveling inwardly. 'A will of iron, one that would rather break than bend. What a powerful disposition! If all the geniuses of our Demon Abyss possessed such a will, we would one day sweep across the entire Grand Emperor Domain.'
