"Yuan Hong, don't let a single one escape!"
Qin Jun pointed at the remaining three tyrants of the Four Divine Sect who were climbing out from the ruins in the distance. Yuan Hong charged at them immediately upon hearing the order.
Yuan Hong possessed the Divine Power of Seventy-two Transformations; even Xia Li, at the second layer of the Immortal Realm, couldn't react in time, let alone the three weaker tyrants.
Even though they were over a thousand meters apart, Yuan Hong instantly teleported above them, raised his Fine Iron Rod high, and Qin Jun couldn't help but get excited.
This scene inevitably reminded him of the television dramas and movies he had watched about Sun Wukong. The image of the Supreme Heaven Great Sage holding high his golden cudgel was etched in the hearts of hundreds of millions of Huaxia descendants, indelible.
"Crush them all!"
