C399 Breakthrough

The battle had turned white-hot, forming a one-sided situation.

Zhan Ming's frustration deepened. Walking beside the crowd of cultivators, he was like a walking corpse, as if he had lost his soul.

There were shouts of battle, curses, self-detonation, and even sounds of begging for mercy.

Zhan Ming was in a trance, not knowing where he was or where he was going