Immortal, save me!

Song Yan covered his chest with his hands and squinted his eyes as he stared at Wu Heng who was fighting with the other two.

After a brief fight, he discovered that the black-robed man's cultivation was at the same level as the three of them, but his strength was much higher than theirs.

That is the difference between quantity and quality. Their quantity is not much different, but their quality is very different.

The black-robed man's strength seemed to have reached the great perfection, and he was only one step away from entering the Mahayana realm. As for the three of them, his strength was at the initial stage of Hedao, while Ji Zixi and Cheng Jinrong were at the middle stage of Hedao.

Even at the same realm, the qualitative difference cannot be ignored. Although the man in black robe was at a disadvantage when fighting against the three of them, his strength could last longer.

This is not going to be good.

Song Yan looked down and found that those men in black robes were extremely ferocious and their strength was not ordinary. Those ordinary cultivators were obviously no match for the men in black robes and fell down in an instant.

Perhaps because he was stunned for too long, Ji Zixi dodged the attack and came to his side, angrily saying: "What are you doing? Do you want to back out at this time?"

Song Yan glanced at her, then turned to look at Wu Heng who was fighting with Cheng Jinrong. Without their participation, Cheng Jinrong was already at a disadvantage.

"He is quite powerful. We are no match for him individually, and we may not be able to defeat him even if we attack together. We should find a way to consume his spiritual power, and then we can attack him together."

Ji Zixi: "You mean round-robin battle?"

Song Yan: "Almost."

Ji Zixi responded: "Okay."

So the two of them stood on both sides, looking for Wu Heng's flaws without blinking.

Cheng Jinrong faced Wu Heng alone and was beaten back repeatedly. As a result, the two men just watched the show from the side. How could he tolerate this? He shouted, "What are you standing there for? Come over and help!"

Song Yan said gently: "Master Cheng, don't be anxious. Just bear with it for a while."

Cheng Jinrong was so angry that he punched out with all his strength, which collided with Wu Heng's fist. The huge aftermath of spiritual power attacked in all directions, and the two men each took a few steps back.

Compared to Cheng Jinrong, Wu Heng was obviously much more relaxed.

His cultivation had been stuck at the Great Perfection stage of Hedao for hundreds of years, and he had been unable to find an opportunity to break through. Over time, his cultivation could be said to have reached the Mahayana stage, but that boundary had yet to be broken through, which still had a somewhat suppressive effect on his cultivation.

He is not much different in strength from the three people in front of him. If they attack together, he will be passive, but he is not afraid at all. His best ability has not yet been demonstrated and the outcome is still unknown.

As the two of them retreated, Ji Zixi, who was watching the battle, suddenly joined in and replaced Cheng Jinrong. Song Yan came to Cheng Jinrong and whispered, "Sect Master Cheng, although it is effective for the three of us to deal with that man together, it will also consume a lot of our spiritual power. Why don't we take turns to fight and take the opportunity to recover some spiritual power."

Cheng Jinrong understood what he meant. Seeing that Ji Zixi was also suppressed in the fight with the man in black robe, although the round-robin battle could effectively consume the man in black robe's spiritual power, it was also not good for them. One-on-one, without a companion to share the damage, the pressure on one person was too great. If they were not careful, they might lose a companion.

Just as they were thinking about it, they saw Ji Zixi being hit on the shoulder by a palm. The crisp "click" sound came into their ears through the whistling wind. It was obvious that Ji Zixi could not hold on any longer.

"Come and help!"

Ji Zixi turned back to ask them for help, but Wu Heng found the opportunity and hit him head-on with a huge amount of spiritual power. Ji Zixi was knocked away. His petite body broke several thick trees and fell to the ground, with a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.