"Fellow Daoists, just to be safe, quickly kill this scoundrel!"
Having said this, Zhou Yunxiao took the lead, launching an attack that tore through the sky, heading straight for Zhao Hongsheng.
Immediately following, Lu Xingfeng and several others were unwilling to fall behind. Each of them hastily made their move, with a flurry of attacks shooting out, instantly submerging Zhao Hongsheng.
At this moment, seeing the multitude of attacks coming his way, the intense aura whipping up gusts of Gang Wind that billowed his robes, Zhao Hongsheng's complexion underwent a drastic change.
In the current situation, he was truly cornered.
Facing such terrifying and dense attacks, he couldn't possibly hold out for two rounds.
However, Zhao Hongsheng, despite feeling helpless inside, did not resign himself to fate.
His Magical Treasure flashed a bright light in his hand as he forcibly launched several rounds of attacks at Zhou Yunxiao and the others.
