Three people, from three directions, surrounded Yun Shitian.
The silver hair was flying wildly in the cold wind.
Yun Shitian stood on the tall building and looked coldly at the three people who appeared out of the sky.
That face was still expressionless and cold, but those eyes were serious as ever.
"Yun Shitian, today is your death day."
In the night sky where the cold wind was howling, the cold, metallic sound sounded worse than the cold wind.
As soon as the sound fell, the peerless strong man in the east sky, dressed in pale white, waved his hand, and a ball of golden-red light appeared in his hand.
The light and shadow fluctuated, and he slapped Yun Shitian.
The golden-red ball of light whizzed away, and under that seemingly careless movement, the astonishing power almost caused the air around it to tear apart.
"Your Majesty..." Yan Fei was horrified.
Yun Shitian's internal injuries were suppressed, and one of them was that he couldn't take action. But these three people...
He rushed towards Yun Shitian desperately, but before he could get close to Yun Shitian, he was bounced away far away with a bang.
Around Yun Shitian, on one side of the city tower, three peerless masters who surpassed the King Zi Zun had completely locked onto that side of the space.
No one can come close.
After being ejected, Yan Fei's face was completely horrified and distorted like never before.
And just as he was twisting, the golden-red light suddenly shot through the air and hit Yun Shitian.
The two sides of the city tower, the soldiers from Brahma Pavilion and Wangtianya who were fighting, all stopped what they were doing and looked up at Yun Shitian.
In an instant, Lizhou City had been fighting for more than ten days without stopping for a moment.
At this moment, there was complete silence, and everyone looked up.
Yun Shitian was a myth about Buddha, Immortal and Water, but today...
Gold and red broke through the sky, roaring in.
That sharp force was such that even King Zi Zun didn't dare to confront him head-on. He was about to hit Yun Shitian and the seriously injured King Wangtian.
Below, everyone's hearts were in their throats.
Her silver hair was flying, her black robe was fluttering in the cold wind, and her peerless face showed no panic at all, only coldness, bone-deep coldness.
His eyebrows did not move, his eyelids did not rise.