The battle below was extremely one-sided at first. The Spirit Emperor was extremely powerful, with flames entangled in his body and gathering into the momentum of a soaring dragon, burning the rotten corpses covered by it into dust. One person was enough to sweep in all directions, while the other seven stood aside. The weakest fifth-level spiritual master was protected in the center - he was the only one among the group who could not withstand the Spirit Emperor's attack.
While this team was on guard against enemy sneak attacks, they followed Tian Huan's orders and tried to break through to the weak points. However, Devin Cang hid in the void, controlling the corpses to attack, and never took any action himself.
The sound of the flute was sometimes slow and sometimes passionate, resounding between heaven and earth, like the music of death, making people's hearts palpitate.
On the other side of the cliff there was a low mountain with lush trees. Nolan Rong stood on the top of the mountain, with half of his body blocked by the dense branches.
The fat man cursed: "I came here to watch the battle between the Spiritual Emperors, but now that I'm here, I can only watch this. The sea of corpses tactic uses the enemy's strength to defeat the enemy with more people, and wears down the enemy's fighting power. This Devin Cang is either a coward or an arrogant and rude lunatic. He doesn't give the other party any face at all. He doesn't even give a one-on-one chance to a fellow Spiritual Emperor. This shameless fighting method..." At the end, his eyes sparkled, "Haha, it's simply too brilliant."
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