The valley path surrounding the Seven Gods Palace had turned into five battlefields where dozens of people were engaged in fierce combat.
In the first battlefield, Kou Yingwu was being besieged by four Nine Tribulations God Spirits. At this moment, they had completely gained the upper hand, driving Kou Yingwu into an incessant retreat, causing him to be in an incredibly sorry state.
"Get lost!"
In the heart of the battlefield, Kou Yingwu was roaring in fury, continuously sustaining injuries. His armor was already in tatters, and he seemed to be on the brink of collapse, like a crossbow at the end of its string.
"Ha-ha, this time, we're going to win!"
"Kid, surrender now!"
The four God Spirits were extremely excited. After fighting this long, they were assured of victory. The merit of killing the strongest enemy was not a small feat.
Kou Yingwu, on the other hand, was feeling extremely helpless.
