Bing Ning endured for a thousand years, and at this moment, her killing intent surged, unleashing the sacred power of the Spirit Race and the divine power of the Heavenly Dao, standing alone against four near-gods and still gaining the upper hand.
Yet the four black-robed masked near-gods remained silent and steadfast like ancient rocks, wielding four Ancient Swords of Time that transformed into rules, engaging with Bing Ning.
They seemed not to aim to defeat Bing Ning, but merely to hold her back.
"Besides Die Qianwu, kill all others on sight!"
The black-robed masked man who could speak gave another order, and the remaining seven charged at the group like ferocious deities.
These seven were on par with Liu Xi, all at the peak of Great Saint.
"Be careful!"
Liu Xi was the first to rush out, confronting one of them.
Her strength could only handle one, and she wasn't confident she could win.
"Just this few people, is there enough to go around?"
