Chu Xun's fists were surrounded by True Energy and his frightening momentum made the air around him roar.

"Form a magic formation!"

Yan Song roared and wielded his golden broadsword.

Qian Lei, along with the remaining nine presbyters, sprang into action as soon as they heard Yan Song's words.

They all knew that since things had come to this point, the only thing they could do now was to fight until they were dead.

They ...