Valley End.
The figure on the throne slowly lowered his head, meeting Hao Xuan's gaze. There was no sound nor movement from him.
The group behind Hao Xuan fell down to their knees one by one. They were already exhausted from the previous fight and now that the urgency of the situation had passed, the adrenaline wore off and it all came crashing down at once.
Zeng Wu hurriedly walked over to Zeng Yu and emptied the contents of the glass bottle in his mouth.
Zeng Yu really wasn't doing very well. There was a hole the size of a fist in his chest. The flesh around it was burned to a crisp with smoke still rising from it.
Black blood continuously fell from the wound as he struggled to breathe.
Hou Chin, Hyson, Shi Chun, Yin Da, all 20 or so people left alive looked at Hao Xuan expectedly. Hoping that he could pull off a miracle.
Hyson looked at the rift that was surrounded by the black barrier and sighed. The energy coming off it was enough to shred him into pieces upon contact.