Self-Destruction

Spending their blood to drive the Golden Crow Ancient Cauldron, the faces of the Jinyang Twin Kings looked pale, their energy dwindling.

Both of them were staring deadly at the Zangshan Demonic Mirror in Zhang Ruochen's hand.

They thought they could easily kill Zhang Ruochen by gathering a thousand cultivators. But they could not be more wrong. Zhang Ruochen was too shrewd and turned on them after seeing through their plot.

They turned to look at Elder Patriarch Death Zen with fear in their eyes as Elder Patriarch Death Zen single-handedly controlled hundreds of powerful war corpses 

If there was any mistake in the plan, it would be their mistake to get Elder Patriarch Death Zen involved. Things would not have come to such a pass otherwise.

"Are you two still trying to get away when things have come to such a pass, Jinyang Twin Kings?"

Zhang Ruochen took a step forward with the Golden Sun of Destruction in his hands.