The purple-clad man was frantic, urgently longing to break free from Zhan Yun, wanting to rescue those in black.
Because those in black were his personal followers, and with six dead, it was a severe blow to his personal team.
If more were to perish, he would become a solitary figure, which is why the purple-clad man was desperately trying to shake off Zhan Yun, eager to provide support.
However, after three consecutive attempts, the purple-clad man finally gave up. He had an advantage over Zhan Yun, but it was only in terms of superior cultivation.
The moves of the purple-clad man were simply no match for Zhan Yun. He couldn't break away or offer support.
Finally, a thought flashed through the purple-clad man's eyes, and a plan formed in his mind.
In the midst of the fight with Zhan Yun, the purple-clad man shouted loudly towards the chaotic battlefield, "You ignorant fools, leave now, and I might let you live. Otherwise, once I kill Zhan Yun, not one of you will be spared!"
