Xing Feng lowered his head, his gaze sweeping over the crowd below who had been forced to retreat, and shouted loudly: "Why are you not retreating?"
The crowd, whose spirits were shaken, finally reacted, and began to withdraw towards the distance. Three top-level cultivators of the Seven Realms were besieging Xing Feng. Perhaps Xing Feng had intentionally restrained himself before, but if the battle spread to them, no one could bear it.
"Attack together, don't let him defeat us one by one," Teng Zijing continued.
The figure with the mask flickered and descended above Xing Feng. The sky changed, and nine-colored clouds appeared, with light pouring down, falling towards Xing Feng and the others.
"Illusions, guard your primordial spirit," Lu You said to Li Fan and the others, as his body surged with Sword Intent.
"You retreat," Xing Feng said in a low voice. As he looked up, a barrier appeared between heaven and earth, cutting off the void.
