Gu Zhong rode the Phoenix, hovering in mid-air, his voice like rolling thunder spreading across the entire Ling Mountain defense line.
Qin Shaoshao's face was expressionless, Spiritual Qi naturally circulating around her, forming a faint halo. She did not respond to Gu Zhong's provocation, merely gazing coldly at him and the three Ancient Race elders exuding terrifying auras behind him.
The four top-tier experts had their auras faintly connected, locking her down like a celestial web.
This scene made the hearts of the Spirit Alliance members sink.
It seemed the Divine Race intended to deploy four high-level combatants against Qin Shaoshao.
This resolve and scale far exceeded expectations.
"Our Ancient Race once gave you an opportunity,"
Gu Zhong said with a smile,
"If you had surrendered the Dragon Vein that day, perhaps it wouldn't have come to this."
"When the two elders of Gu Feng died here, today you are doomed."
