Battle at the Peak

"Haha, attack together! What do I, Ye Qiu, have to fear?" Ye Qiu laughed wildly and felt the blood in his entire body boil. This long-lost feeling made him very excited.

Yes, this was the feeling! Ye Qiu lacked a hearty battle to vent the bitterness in his heart. This anger that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time seemed to have found a place to vent. He vented it all.

"Divine Shadow! Activate!" Ye Qiu's expression didn't change as he faced the siege of the eight puppets. In an instant, the Divine Shadow Technique was activated and clones appeared behind him.

The ink-black painting gave people complete pressure. Under the violent anger, the murderous aura it brought was not inferior to the Corpse Ancestor back then.

"Suppress!" Seeing this scene, Lan Zhan made a prompt decision. The eight puppets instantly attacked, not giving Ye Qiu a chance to catch his breath. He knew that he might only have one chance to attack. He had to seize it.