A familiar woman's scream rang in Teng Jin's ears before he could steady himself.
A graceful woman in a green dress was flung back, bloody holes gaping in her chest, bleeding profusely, lifeless.
Shen Peng stood high in the air, his right hand transformed into a massive golden bird claw, stained with crimson fluid.
Teng Jin was taken aback; he didn't have the strength to face six opponents alone, or he would have fought his way out already.
He brandished the purple giant axe in his hands; the two purple axes tore through the air directly towards Shen Long and Chu Buyu, ripping the void apart with long, rough fissures.
The green light curtain dissipated, Teng Jin's form flickered, splitting into nine, each flying in different directions.
Qin Jiang, Sun Xi, Shen Peng, and others naturally did not stand idly by, taking action to intercept.
