"The supreme trial is upon us!"
Zuo Qingtian shifted his gaze from the damaged blood-stained wings that filled his entire field of vision and quickly fixed it on the golden rope that floated quietly in front of him, his eyes gradually becoming resolute and ice-cold.
At this point, there was no turning back for him; his only reliance was the post-celestial Spiritual Treasure golden rope that had come into his possession not long ago.
And now was the best opportunity.
After all, the primary targets of these Pure Yang True Immortals would definitely not be him, even though he possessed a post-celestial Spiritual Treasure at this moment.
"It's a pity that Yinguo and the other two are nowhere to be seen; otherwise, they could have helped divert some attention."
Zuo Qingtian shook his head with regret, thinking to himself.
Coming back to his senses.
"Fellow Daoists, this is our last chance! Only by combining our efforts do we have a possibility of carving out a path to survival!"