C1580 One Man Against a Thousand Enemies

"Pfft!" The female Elder Ning Xueyu, who was working together to transport the genuine essence, spat out a mouthful of blood mist. Her face was like golden paper, and she could no longer hold on.

Ning Ziyang cried out in alarm, "Xue Yu!"

But before he could say anything, Yang Chen had already sent out dozens of attacks that were like tens of thousands of arrows piercing his heart