Lei Wuji's entire body surged with lightning, the Thunder Sword in his hand pointed directly at Sikong Yan, and the killing intent in his eyes was sharp like a blade.
"Sikong Yan, stabbing in the back, wait till I get out of here, then we'll settle this properly!"
Immortal Xuan You's beautiful face was icy cold, she remained silent, her gaze was as frigid as frost, staring intently at the huge face in the sky.
She and the Cangyan Daoist Palace had long reached a point of irreconcilable conflict.
Facing the crowd's curses, Sikong Yan's smile grew even wider, but he didn't argue.
Instead, he leisurely said, "Everyone, next I will open ten openings, but at the same time, there are only ten breaths' worth of time. How many can escape, it will depend on your own fate."
As soon as these words were spoken, the eyes of all those in despair lit up instantly.
As for those from the smaller sects that had survived, they were practically on the verge of kneeling in gratitude.
