Chu Yi had no choice but to stand his ground and wait for an opportunity.
Before long, many people appeared before him.
"Chu Yi, where do you think you can flee to this time?"
A thunderous shout echoed from afar, not from someone else but from Zuo Qiuming, seething with killing intent.
Yang Wei followed suit.
With a dark, ominous expression, he looked at Chu Yi and coldly snorted: "Run, why aren't you running now?"
From another direction, an old man holding a Spiritual Instrument Copper Furnace also glared fiercely at Chu Yi.
On another side, a man, probably around fifty years old, was staring at Chu Yi without even blinking.
"I can't run away anymore?"
Chu Yi looked at the increasingly smaller encirclement, this thought the only one in his mind.
At this moment, he needed to face all these powerful opponents.
It was an inescapable predicament.
Even so, Chu Yi could not possibly concede.
Clutching the Celestial Cleaver, he opened his Immortal Wheel Eye.
