The mountain range was gone, replaced by a vast canyon and basin.
Lake water poured in, transforming into a Silver Dragon that roared as it descended.
Yu Zhen watched the approaching Chen Che, his eyes filled with terror. Of the eleven Golden Cores, Xiao Chan—the one they had considered their greatest enemy—had only killed three. But this Valley Master had annihilated a full seven. Never in his life had he encountered such a scene.
But as long as there was a sliver of hope, he was unwilling to give up. In his panic, his gaze swept over Xiao Chan below:
"You are indeed formidable, but I can still put up a fight. Even if you win now, you'll be severely weakened. He is a Rebel Disciple of the Primordial Sect, extremely ruthless. If you and I continue to fight, he'll be the one to reap the rewards. Why don't we stop now?"
As he spoke, Yu Zhen's duster swayed slightly.
