The four Tribulation Crossing Cultivators of Daqian and Wanyu tried to close in on Wang Zijia, but they were tightly entangled and could not get a chance to strike for a while.
All the disciples formed a defense, only able to protect one corner on the ground. They were surrounded and assaulted by a primordial spirit Devil Cultivator and endured with great difficulty.
Several times, Ding Haiping tried to use something, but each attempt was interrupted by those who moved faster.
"Whoosh!"
In this moment of distraction, a streak of light broke through the sword's defense once again.
"Crack!"
With no surprise, the fierce Sword Light went straight through Wang Zijia's shield, aiming directly at his chest!
Wang Zijia turned sideways, the Sword Light brushed past his chest but did not completely dodge it.
"Rip!"
The black insect sword slashed at his chest, but it did not leave a wound. Instead, it created intense friction with his robe, producing a harsh and unpleasant noise.
