Liu Wuxie remained vigilant, his senses on high alert as the surrounding space pulsed in rhythm with Bai Yuan’s measured breathing. Bai Yuan had drawn in all the surrounding spiritual energy, and deep rumbling echoes emanated from his abdomen, resembling the roar of a distant thunderstorm.1

Peculiar sounds echoed from Bai Yuan’s throat, and space behind him began to collapse, inch by inch.0

Qu Yang rose to his feet with a grave expression. Even he had to be careful against the Divine Toad Art. The essence of this technique was to compress all the true essence to form a powerful vortex capable of devouring everything in the surroundings.1

As Bai Yuan continued to breathe through the Divine Toad Art, fine cracks began to appear in the surroundings, with the fragments sucked into his abdomen.0

“What a terrifying technique, the Divine Toad Art!” murmured the Dugu Clan’s disciples as they retreated to the side, their faces pale with fright.0

“Liu Wuxie is finished. Bai Yuan will avenge us!” The Divine Sun Palace disciples were filled with hatred for Liu Wuxie, who had lost over twenty disciples to the Heavenly Dragon Seal.0

Liu Wuxie abandoned the Heretic Blade and raised...0