Even with seven mid Fusion-stage experts joining forces, they still couldn’t overcome a single late Fusion-stage opponent. Worse, two of them had already been wounded by Elder Greenrobe’s sword, leaving them humiliated. Now, seeing their foe bound by their master, all seven unleashed their strongest attacks, transforming into seven torrents that surged toward Elder Greenrobe.
Boom!
Tiger King’s attack landed first!
A torrent of cyan-gold energy crashed straight into Elder Greenrobe’s slightly thin body, then spun wildly, dragging him in and grinding him down.
This torrent contained thousands of shredding forces, each strong enough to kill a Soul-Split cultivator with ease. With thousands unleashed at once, the destructive power was unimaginable—if an early Fusion-stage expert got caught, they wouldn’t last a single breath.
Crunch, crunch, crunch!
It sounded like grinding stone plates, screeching harshly, as Elder Greenrobe’s zhenyuan shield was rapidly compressed—now less than a meter from his body.
Boom!
Just then, Silas the Snake King and Ricky the Rat King’s attacks arrived right behind.
Silas’s attack was saturated with deadly venom—enough to kill a typical early Fusion-stage expert—and packed a corrosive force that relentlessly ate away at Elder Greenrobe’s zhenyuan shield.
So Elder Greenrobe’s zhenyuan shield shrank even further…
Meanwhile, Ricky’s attack consisted of countless palm-sized gray rats called Devour-Gold Rats. Their teeth were razor-sharp—sharp enough to chew through spirit tools with ease. A swarm of them frantically gnawed and devoured Elder Greenrobe’s zhenyuan shield, making it thinner and weaker by the second.
Then the other four mid Fusion-stage experts’ attacks arrived as well.
Boom boom boom boom!
Elder Greenrobe finally couldn’t hold out. His zhenyuan shield was forced back into his body by the seven working together. The next moment, his figure—like a rootless duckweed—was swept up in the torrent of attacks…
Die for me!
Tiger King roared, his massive true form bursting out, jaws wide and viciously snapping at Elder Greenrobe’s head. His eyes, like bronze bells, gleamed with bloodthirsty light.
Silas’s enormous serpent tail also struck down from midair, smashing toward Elder Greenrobe’s body.
It looked like Elder Greenrobe was about to die under the combined assault of the two demon kings, but just then, an ancient, desolate, and chilling voice rang out:
Majestic heavenly might, ninefold mystic thunder—by my flesh… draw it down…!