C141 (2/2)

”Zhen Tianfeng, die!” Zhen Tianxiong suddenly stood up from the ground. With a flick of his finger, countless flames covered the entire sky.

A scorching air appeared around him, as if it could burn everything in front of it into ashes.

Zhen Tianfeng's expression changed as he turned around and threw out a palm attack.

A huge black claw quickly appeared behind him, and the two magic powers heavily clashed against each other, giving off a strong wave of air.

Zhen Tianfeng was currently unable to control the ghost soldiers.

It was as if these ghost soldiers were under the control of some sort of force. They were like puppets, and remained motionless as they kneeled on the ground.

Zhen Tianfeng's expression changed. He suddenly felt that the pressure around him was weakening.

”Let's go!”

Zhen Tianfeng did not hesitate as he turned into a ball of black mist and disappeared into the air.

”You still want to leave?!” Zhen Tianxiong suddenly roared in anger as he sent a heavy palm strike towards Zhen Tianfeng.

BOOM!

The flaming palm struck nothing but air and directly slammed into the ground, causing sparks to fly everywhere.

”Clan Leader Zhen, since that traitor has already left, why don't we make use of this opportunity to leave?” Master Zheng's mouth still had traces of blood on it as he spoke in a hoarse voice.

The people present had just been suppressed by Zhen Tianfeng and the mysterious hall master.

This was a once in a lifetime opportunity. As long as they escaped from here, without the control of the pressure, these cultivators would be able to recover their original strength.

At that time, even if Zhen Tianfeng was before them, they would have the confidence to defeat him!

Zhen Tianxiong nodded his head and said with a dark expression, ”Okay, let's go!”

With everyone agreeing, Master Zheng brought everyone and prepared to leave on the road.

Zhen Yuqin's beautiful eyes turned as she suddenly looked at Lu Yu and quickly shouted, ”Lu Yu, do you want to leave together with us!”

Lu Yu didn't answer her and continued walking forward.

His figure gradually became submerged in the countless ghost soldiers, almost to the point where he couldn't see them clearly.

Pang Yun coldly laughed, ”Fairy Zhen, why would you care about a Dragon Qi cultivator like him? If he wants to court death, just let him be.”