Feng Bu Yan's expression was full of shock and uncertainty, glancing occasionally at the resentful Yang Daoist and then at Ning Yuzhuo, whose Demonic Qi was surging.
Suddenly, a voice resounded.
"Neither fighting nor retreating, what is the meaning of this!"
The voice was like thunder, shaking the hearts of those present.
Under the influence of this shout, more than ten thousand Feng Family disciples toppled over, feeling dizzy and disoriented.
Feng Bu Yan shivered all over, "Enough!"
Yang Daoist couldn't believe it, "Brother Feng, it's just one person. The three of us attacking together isn't necessarily a lost battle!"
Ning Yuzhuo remained silent, the surging Demonic Qi obscuring his white robe, as the long blade in his hand was slowly raised high.
Feng Bu Yan sighed and said, "It cannot be done, retreat!"
After speaking, he directly exited the Wind and Thunder Gorge.
Yang Daoist, holding the broken wooden staff, was unwilling.
