In the mountain range.
The intense struggle continues.
Five Tribulation Stage fighters are desperately vying for the prize. Although there's no direct combat, a significant amount of spiritual power has been expended, and their speed has noticeably slowed.
The battle is clearly nearing its end.
Xu Ying, who has yet to make a move, grins coldly and says, "Their aura has weakened quite a bit, and their speed has slowed considerably. It's time for me to act."
"Once I seize the mythical beast, it will be the end for those immortal old men!"
The immortal old men Xu Ying refers to are naturally Yinyang Xiao and his group.
His words fall.
Xu Ying's figure suddenly flashes away, demonstrating his formidable body technique.
"He's finally making his move," a Venerable from the Soul-Devouring Sect sneers, "Crafty fellow, waiting for others to expend their spiritual power before acting."
