Plop!
The great cauldron fell to the ground, producing a crisp sound.
At this moment, Lu Xuanji felt a slight numbness in his arms, some meridians and muscles were strained and torn, and his whole body was slightly sore.
From breaking through the grand array to slaying the black-robed demonic cultivator, the duration was less than five seconds.
Yet the intensity of the battle was unprecedentedly fierce.
This feeling was like a hundred-meter sprint.
Various magical treasures and secret skills, crackling, without any reservation, all burst out, thrown out without holding back.
"Brother, he's dead!"
Ye Feixue said.
"He's dead, but it's not safe here either!" Lu Xuanji recalled.
The battle time was very short, but it was a bit thrilling.
If he hadn't attacked all at once, catching the enemy off guard, preventing them from reacting and launching various killing moves, it would have been him who got killed.
Maybe it would be him dead.
