Plop~ Plop~
Without their leader, the Evil Dragon Knights were swiftly crushed into a bloody pulp by the combined assault of several Martial Saints, never to rise again.
Meanwhile, the contestants of the Celestial Sword Cup united in eliminating the mutant monsters roaming the city. Sword lights flashed incessantly, illuminating a beacon of hope amidst the endless despair and fear.
Finally, victory arrived as promised.
We won!
This was undoubtedly a bitter battle. For Ye Qingzhou, since his transmigration, it was the first time he was so precariously close to death. Even clad in the Black Emperor Armor, there was not a shred of safety facing the Plague Knight.
The opponent's might was utterly suffocating.
Fortunately, the divine body could not exert the full power of an Emperor Realm powerhouse, not even a ten-thousandth of its might. The fact that the Seven Martial Saints were not obliterated beyond existence was considered lucky.
Zzz~
