The cultivators of Yama Hall were dumbfounded; the two areas they had joined forces to defend were broken?
It wasn't just broken; Han Yu charged forward, holding a massive tree, with an imposing momentum.
Within just a few exchanges, pieces of corpses continually fell from the sky. Blood mist exploded, drifting away with the wind, and the air was filled with a foul stench.
"Go!"
The remaining cultivators, seeing this, fled in terror, as if they had lost their minds.
This made Wang Xingzhi's work easier.
With no formation to restrain him, he found it easy to backstab, and since these people scattered in panic, it was even easier to launch sneak attacks.
The subsequent matters no longer required Han Yu's attention. When the two returned, it was once again Liu Zongyuan carrying Wang Xingzhi.
Seeing the bizarre posture of these two, Han Yu couldn't help but want to laugh.
He thought, once these two guys are tied together long enough, they won't be able to separate, right?
