After several hours of fierce battle.
Mr. Zhang Zhilin and his group had suffered severe wounds, were exhausted, and had lost their ability to fight.
Even though they received fire support during the fight, it didn't have much of an effect.
The Merfolk King and others were beings on par with gods; they simply did not fear humanity's lethal heat weapons.
At this moment.
Mr. Zhang Zhilin's group had pale faces, fresh blood gushed from their mouths, and they were on their last breath.
"Celestial Master Zhang..."
"Elder Lu..."
Disciples from all the major sects had run over, choking back sobs, tears streaming down.
"It's all over... everything's over!"
"The five true immortals from the east have completely fallen, and they'll never stand up again!"
"Even if these five true immortals truly died in battle, they would still be humanity's heroes!"
"What a pity no one can contend with these monsters anymore. Is humanity really going to be wiped out?"
