In the Xuantian Sect.
Wang Qian'an and the other experts looked desperate.
"If only our sect had another emperor-level expert."
Yun Yiyi said.
As long as an emperor-level expert went out to restrain them, they could rely on this formation to last for a few days.
A few days later, these emperor-level Phoenixes might have to leave because their vital essence was exhausted like the Dragon Clan back then.
If this stalemate continued, their Xuantian Sect could find a way out.
"Sigh, unfortunately, time waits for no one!"
"That's right! In another few thousand years, our sect will definitely have an emperor-level expert. At that time, who in the world will dare to touch us?"
"Damn Phoenix Clan!"
"Stop cursing! The formation is about to be broken. Does anyone have any last words? If not, be prepared! Even if we die, we can't let the Phoenix Clan take advantage of us."
Bai Zhijing looked determined.
