Boom.
A loud thunder echoed from the sky, turning the drizzle into a torrential downpour, drenching everyone. Ye Shikai tore a piece of cloth from his clothes to tightly wrap the wound on his shoulder. He could no longer hear the shouts of killing outside the barrier; soldiers and crowds were mingled together densely, a dark mass. He couldn't see the figures of Shangguan Jian, Man Cang, and Xue San. Hopefully, they had already galloped out of the city...
Ye Shikai turned to look at Mi Wen. After more than two hundred rounds of fierce battle, even the strongest cultivator should feel fatigued. He had fought many expert cultivators before, like Zeus and many families' people. Apart from an old cultivator like Chen Yaogzu, Mi Wen should be the most powerful. Naturally, a overlord who can hold his own ground is not an ordinary person.
