"Great elder!" The remaining tens of disciples of the soaring heaven Pavilion screamed in pain, but it was no use.
The great elder had been killed, and The Little Prince had been captured alive. They had already lost their fighting spirit, and they turned around to escape.
However, the initiative of the battlefield was in Tang Wen's hands.
"Let them go!" Tang Wen waved his hand.
"Why? why can't we pursue and kill them all?!" Someone asked in dissatisfaction.
"Idiot! Let them escape so that we can fire. If they get too close, we're afraid of hurting ourselves. " Tang Wen cursed.
All of a sudden, his subordinates understood what was going on. They watched helplessly as the disciples of the soaring Sky Pavilion and the Yi He sect fled half a mile away.
"Fire!" Tang Wen ordered.
Suddenly, tongues of flame shot out, reaping the lives of the enemies like blades of death.
