Revealing determined eyes, Qin Wushuang fixed his gaze to watch Xin Tianwen galloping to the scene. Currently, Xin Tianwu was already shot into a cloud of dust by the power of the Graceful Spiritual Bow. Her miserable cry squandered countless echoes that still reverberated against the Aspiring Throne Mountain. In the ears of the common people, it sounded extra eerie and frightening.
Each of the three Transformation Supreme Dao elite warriors that were able to escape for their lives showed a pale face. They hid far behind Xin Tianwen and terror spilled out from their eyes.
Qin Wushuang knew that display of power by killing Xin Tianwu a moment ago completely squandered the fighting spirit of these other Transformation Supreme Dao warriors.
Currently, those four divine beasts behind Qin Wushuang were strangely waiting in silence. Their expressions even showcased traces of terror. It was apparent that they perceived a burst of unprecedented pressure.
