"Brother Feng!"
"Grand Commander!"
Liu Qingyang, Miao Qingqing, and the soldiers were extremely anxious, fighting off disciples of the Tianyun Sect while looking towards Feng Wuchen in panic.
"Don't mind me!" Feng Wuchen shouted with effort.
"Today is the day you die!" Ao Tian sneered viciously.
Ao Tian's attacks were relentless, and in just a moment, Feng Wuchen had sustained more than a dozen sword wounds, blood flowing incessantly, his complexion growing paler.
"It seems there's no need for me to act. Feng Wuchen won't last much longer," Gu Qingxuan said with a slight, cold smile from high above, watching Feng Wuchen with no power to resist.
Duan Tian Hun's expression was grave as he felt incredibly worried, but he was powerless, unable to break the array or defeat Gu Qingxuan.
Feng Wuchen, a monstrous genius, was very important to the Empire, the future of the Yanhuo Empire, and moreover, the Empire's Grand Commander.
"Boom!"