"It's so tired..." Zhang Yang was panting all over his body, and he clearly felt that the spiritual power of the immortals in his body was getting thinner and thinner. It was too smooth to chase and kill the casual cultivators along the way, so he didn't pay attention to preserving his spiritual power at all. Instead, in order to show himself in front of Zhou Tiansheng's guardian, he tried his best to urge the spiritual power.

Now, the endless spiritual power that originally felt was already showing signs of exhaustion.

However, more and more casual cultivators came in front of them.

After he used the powerful talisman given to him by Gu Yunzi, the other scattered cultivators on Feiyu Island were killed by him.

However, he paid a heavy price to die from his subordinates above the thirty-six Ye realm of immortals and medieval realm.

Looking back at the subordinates around me, they were all out of breath and were not many, but there were more and more casual cultivators in front of me.

"Where is this? Why are we...why are we rushing in so deep?"

"Where are the people in our Taichu Sect? Damn, why are they all casual cultivators from Tongtian Temple?"

A group of disciples from the Taichu Cult vanguard camp who were close to Zhang Yang cursed and gradually showed a look of fear in their eyes.

No one wants to die. Seeing the more and more casual cultivators in front of him, people can’t see hope.

And it is obvious that Zhang Yang, whom they regard as the backbone, gradually showed signs of losing their fighting spirit. This is an important reason why they lost their fighting spirit.

Not only Zhang Yang's team, but other Taichu Cult teams, the left and right wings, also suffered heavy losses. They were surrounded by the alliance of casual cultivators, and each had to face three or four enemies.

The whole situation quickly tilted towards the defeat of the Taichu Sect.
Chapter completed!