Zhang Xiaochu let out a soft sigh. "Revoke my position? I, Zhang Xiaochu, have toiled and given my entire youth to the Qianyuan Republic, only for it to end like this. It's truly chilling!"
"However, I was prepared for this eventuality."
Zhang Xiaochu smiled faintly and clapped his hands.
A young Warrior who had been standing quietly at the door stepped forward, instantly unleashing a terrifying, Spirit Saint Level Spiritual Pressure. Wielding the [Netherworld Illusion Butterfly], one of the Seven Great Holy Spears, he aimed it directly at Shu Feng and pulled the trigger.
A river from the Netherworld materialized in the void, and from it emerged countless Netherworld Illusion Butterflies, flapping their wings. An aura from the Netherworld, one capable of felling even Divine Spirits, surged forth, emitting an eerie and unpredictable energy.
The countless Netherworld Illusion Butterflies flapped their wings, forming a luminous pillar that blasted directly toward Shu Feng.
