After slaying his first enemy with a single palm, Yan Zhaoge switched his target to the others.
While he said that he wanted to capture them and extract words out of them, this was actually aimed merely at their leader who was of the sixth level of the Martial Saint realm.
This person clearly knew the most things.
Everyone was currently unable to use Sacred Artifacts as they relied on their cultivation bases alone.
After detecting Yan Zhaoge’s shocking might, that middle-aged man of the sixth level of the Martial Saint realm tried to attack him.
Yet, the Northern Ocean Clone blocked his path, faster and stronger than him as his continuous attacks left him desperately occupied and otherwise engaged.
The expressions of the three Clear Light Locale disciples were stern as had never before.
“What exactly is with this Yan Zhaoge? Why does he feel even more dominant than that ‘Grand Red Lotus’ Fu Ting?”
Yan Zhaoge found himself opponents in ascending order.