Countless pebbles flew, dust billowing everywhere.
Once everything settled, a massive pit dozens of yards deep had opened up in the ground.
Inside that pit, Wang Tong was already gravely wounded.
His robes were in tatters, blood dripping from his body, not a single part of him unscathed.
His back had been blasted by Lin Chang'sheng's Thunderbolt Arrow, his front wounded by Hou Yutian's Sword Aura.
"Impossible, impossible! How could I lose to the likes of you—"
Wang Tong's anguished roar was filled with unwillingness, but the moment he tried to escape from the pit, Lin Chang'sheng and Hou Yutian's attacks rained down once again.
This time, Lin Chang'sheng didn't just fire nine Thunderbolt Arrows, but an onslaught of thousands.
Meanwhile, Hou Yutian conjured a colossal, hundred-yard-long Sword Aura, sealing off the exit and slamming it into the pit.
"Divine Shield!"
