Even the mightiest Saints dared not confront the prohibitions of this place directly.
In the clash, Nie Yuan and Qing Ling were struck as if hit by a heavy blow.
Their figures flew backward, blood spilling from their mouths.
It was clear that they were injured in this blow.
Jiang Yuan watched this scene and felt completely at ease.
Such internal injuries might be severe to mortals, but for them, it was no different from a superficial wound.
Then, the two of them headed towards Jade Lake.
"What should we do?" Diting asked Fu Shan, looking at the demon saint.
At this moment, with eyes as piercing as torches, Fu Shan watched Jiang Yuan until he had completely crossed the threshold of Jade Lake's gate, and those four golden-armored divine generals also slowly moved towards the gate, apparently without the slightest intention of stopping Jiang Yuan.
Seeing this, his gaze became resolute in an instant.
"Strike together!"
He shouted lowly.
