Four Spiritual Spring Powerhouses stood in the sky, positioned in four directions, coldly watching Ye Wushuang. The might of their Spirit Dao locked down the area, leaving him no path of escape—only death awaited.
COUGH, COUGH!
Ye Wushuang struggled to support himself, fresh blood trickling from the corners of his mouth.
SWOOSH SWOOSH SWOOSH!
At the same time, the Disciples of the Demon Abyss quickly surrounded him. They stared at him with cold indifference, shouting, "Ye Wushuang, you're at the end of your rope! Do you still intend to put up a futile struggle?"
Their shouts were filled with smugness, schadenfreude, and a hint of provocation!
Now, with four Demon Abyss powerhouses from the Spiritual Spring Realm present, Ye Wushuang's death was certain. How could he possibly have the power to kill them? This realization gave them courage.
Meanwhile.
