The surging energy stirred up the dust and soil from the ground with a loud boom, it was as though a sandstorm had suddenly descended. At the same time, scorching waves of dark purple energy bared their fangs at everyone in range. It did not distinguish from friends and foes!
The three avatars merely withstood the impact for a moment before they shattered.
The red-robed cultivators' cultivation bases were the weakest. Even if they flew at top speed, they could not possibly outfly the flying chariot. They were instantly devoured by the merciless purple energy.
"Master… Third and Fourth Senior Brothers!" Little Yuan'er pointed at Duanmu Sheng and Mingshi Yin who were speeding toward them.
"Stop!" Lu Zhou raised a hand. Based on their cultivation bases, after such a long fight, even if they used their Grand Techniques, it would be difficult for them to escape the sandstorm in time. The flying chariot would have to wait for them.
