As soon as Wuxian and the others stepped into the Western Territory, Yan Wu and Yan Liu had already been waiting for some time.
This was the final deployment. Once trapped, Central Continent's top forces could be considered completely wiped out.
"They're all here, very good."
Yan Wu's blank face relaxed, speaking with a complacent tone.
In the end, they're just a ragtag group, what good is all their scheming?
In the face of absolute power, there is only endless despair and struggle.
Yan Wu wanted to see the despair on their faces as they fought desperately, only to realize they could do nothing.
The two sides exchanged no words and immediately started fighting after a brief stare.
As two waves of spiritual power clashed, a massive tremor erupted, causing the ground to collapse repeatedly and spreading for miles, with the void rippling outward like a disturbed lake.
