A mighty fortress often begins to collapse from within.
Xu Feng General’s betrayal had allowed the Five-Abyss Thunder Division’s five God-Generals to slip easily into the depths beneath Peiyue Mountain.
He had lured Lu Ya away with a feast, and he knew Yan Ao intimately — he knew exactly where to strike to nullify Yan Ao’s protections.
To deal with hidden escort God-Generals, the Five-Abyss Thunder Division had specially sent five of their own: three at the peak of God-General power and two at the late God-General stage.
Yan Ao’s absorption only held out for a hundred thousand Wuliang times before the balance of victory tipped.
Zhao Xing’s body plummeted swiftly toward the abyss.
“Pft—”
At the sight of this, Xu Feng General didn’t hesitate: he drew back his spear and retreated.
A gale swept him away from the White Phoenix Hall in Qing Divine Territory.
He didn’t so much as glance back at the battlefield.
He’d kept his promise.
Whether they could catch Zhao Xing now was the problem of the Five-Abyss Thunder Division.
A dreadful purple-black hole of blood had opened beneath Yan Ao’s shoulder blade, but he paid it no heed.
He didn’t care about his wound or about Xu Feng.
Gold-fire poured from his body as he surged headlong toward the five enemies.
“Crack—”