Battle intent

The Immortal Venerable's mighty pressure and breath pervaded the air. Its heavy pressure made others feel stifled. If Feng Jiu didn't have the ancient pressure to protect her body, she might not be able to withstand those two Immortal Venerable's powerful pressure.

"Bang! Bang bang!"

When the airflow shot the ground, the Poison Venerable struck with his palm. Soon, the ground rotted and dissolved, leaving a hole in the ground. She looked up and saw that the Poison Venerable suffered numerous wounds from his fight with Mo Chen. Because the wound in his shoulder was torn, his face turned unsightly. Besides, his vital energy became more and more chaotic. If there was no accident, Mo Chen would soon be able to defeat him!

She was relieved at the thought. Although Poison Venerable's strength equally matched Mo Chen's, the latter's combat strength became bolder as he fought more battles. It was not a problem for Mo Chen to subdue his opponent.