Jiang Ding was far enough away.
Their battle went undisturbed.
In a short period of time, several moves were exchanged, and Wu Makong was forced to continuously retreat. His entire body's Inner Qi shook and scattered chaotically, inferior in the comprehension of 'momentum' to Li Qingyun.
With the assistance of Song Qing, ranked ninth on the Dragon and Phoenix List, the situation grew increasingly dire for him.
Furthermore, during the delay, disciples from the Qingniugong and the armored cavalry cleared out the forces colluding with the Zhendong Marquis and began rapidly converging here.
"Wu Makong, surrender now and I will plead for mercy on your behalf before our master to spare your life,"
Li Qingyun clapped his palms together, adhering and releasing, two bursts of completely different force enveloped Wu Makong, one after the other, like a giant millstone deforming his body movements, turning his complexion crimson and clearly inflicting internal injuries.
"Die!"
