"We won!" Guizang Yan and the others couldn't help but rejoice.
However, before they could continue celebrating, the youth from the Heishan Royal Clan suddenly widened his bloodshot eyes and cast a hateful glance at Wang Teng's main body and clone.
While still in the midst of retreating, his gaze abruptly shifted to the side.
Then, in mid-air, his body unexpectedly twisted around, using the recoil force to dash towards one side.
"Oh no!"
Guizang Yan's expression changed, pulling Guizang Zhu and others to retreat.
"Get over here!" The youth from the Heishan Royal Clan, disheveled and resembling a vengeful ghost, erupted with a powerful momentum, pressuring Guizang Yan and the others.
The members of the Guizang family were momentarily frozen, their faces turning pale.
But Guizang Yan, as the pride of the Guizang family, quickly reacted. He hardened his expression, brandishing his battle blade and slashing towards the youth.