Beneath the stars, atop the desert, figures dashed rapidly by, kicking up a storm of sand and dust.
The person flying last was unmistakably Jin Wuhui clad in black. His hand gripped a long sword two fingers wide, his eyes sharp as if he were hunting, relentlessly pursuing the attendees ahead of him.
"Damn it! Has this guy gone mad, chasing us non-stop!"
"Yeah, does he think we're easy targets?"
"Let's all fight back against him!"
"We all have the cultivation of Earth Immortal Realm. Does he think he's Dongfang Ji or Lil' Devil Monarch, wanting to take on nine by himself?"
The participants being chased by Jin Wuhui were infuriated and felt humiliated, each turning around to attack Jin Wuhui in return.
Various spells of all colors were unleashed simultaneously toward Jin Wuhui, seemingly enough to engulf him.
