While most people were diverting their attention to the fight between Zhao Cang and Peng Zhan, a few guys wanted to sneak away with the treasures, but they ended up with their heads missing after not taking a few steps.
In the eyes of the old devil, they were worse than ants, and just blowing on them was enough to kill them.
The tragic deaths of those around them were so frightening that those people lay on the ground and did not dare to move.
They all knew that as long as they dropped their treasures at this time, the old devil would definitely let them leave.
But it is simply impossible for them to willingly give up the treasures they have obtained.
Although they didn't dare to run away, they still tightly protected the treasure they had finally obtained.
The black mud quickly covered Peng Zhan's whole body, leaving only half of his face exposed. Even though it was only half of his face, the expression on Peng Zhan's face was still very calm.
On the contrary, Han Rubing and the others were anxious and didn't know what to do.
Cheng Wanling wanted to rush over to help Peng Zhan many times, but was pushed away by a strong force before she even got close.
She had no choice but to step aside, as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.
Obviously, the last half of the face was the final battle between Peng Zhan and Zhao Cang. The black mud climbed up the face with great difficulty, but it seemed to encounter very strong resistance. For every two inches forward, it had to move back one and a half inches.
The stalemate lasted for half a quarter of an hour. Although the surroundings were very quiet, everyone seemed to be on a battlefield where the fighting was going on.
Suddenly, with a strange laugh, the last half of Peng Zhan's face completely disappeared from everyone's sight, and his body slowly collapsed toward the ground like soft mud.
Just when everyone sighed, thinking that Peng Zhan would be swallowed up by the monster Zhao Cang, there was a sudden loud bang.
The black mud on Peng Zhan's body was blown away directly. Peng Zhan bent over and kept breathing heavily.
The black mud was blown into the air and fell into pieces, but it quickly condensed and returned to Zhao Cang's translucent body.
However, his face was pale and there was red blood at the corner of his mouth, indicating that he had suffered serious internal injuries when Peng Zhan blasted him open.
Even the old devil couldn't believe his eyes when he was able to blow up Zhao Cang directly while being completely enveloped.
He was still planning. When the confrontation between Zhao Cang and Peng Zhan entered an anxious state, he attacked Zhao Cang. As long as he could kill Zhao Cang and Peng Zhan together, everything here would be his.
As a result, he didn't expect that the confrontation between Peng Zhan and Zhao Cang would be decided in this way. For a moment, he didn't know who he was going to target for his sneak attack.
When Han Rubing, Cheng Wanling and Ye Xiaowu saw that Peng Zhan had finally gotten rid of the black mud, their anxious hearts finally relaxed and they breathed a long sigh of relief.
Just when the last piece of black mud was about to return to Zhao Cang's body, Peng Zhan suddenly snorted coldly, took out the Dragon Soul Divine Sword, clenched his hands, and slashed at the piece of black mud.
Not to mention others, even Peng Zhan himself was shocked by the powerful sword energy. He felt as if he was in the center of the universe, and everything around him was enveloped by his sword energy.
Wherever his heart looked, there were shadows of divine swords everywhere, but the physical sword in his hand seemed a bit redundant.
As long as a thought occurs in his mind, the sword will go straight to Zhao Cang. What's even more exaggerated is that he can flexibly control the swords generated by illusions through his thoughts.
Those swords completely became part of his body, and the most important thing was that even if the swords were attacked, what was shattered would only be illusions and would not cause any harm to him.
