ere trembling with fear, wondering what terrible fate awaits me..."Eight layers" Lu Ye's voice echoed in the vast, empty hall.Feng Yue's face turned pale, and her whole body trembled. She shrank back...The battle has begun, over twenty of our own are advancing in that direction. The physique cultivators are at the front, followed by the weapon cultivators, then the spell cultivators and ghost cultivators. Hua Ci is at the very back, with two cultivators staying close to her, protecting her from any potential attacks.

The might of sorcery and weaponry began to unfold, the two sides clashing across a distance, engaging in a fierce battle, their spiritual energy surging.

Let me know if you have other text you'd like me to translate!d his sword, spun around, and with a side kick, struck Wu Shīxiong's temple. The ferocious force shattered the hastily formed spiritual barrier, sending Wu Shīxiong flying once again. This time, howev...