Chapter - 3431

With a cold huff, Morvran unleashed a powerful golden aura, throwing a punch toward his opponent.

"Golden Dragon Fist!"

A golden dragon phantom, in the blink of an eye, lunged toward the Cloud Tiger, ready to devour it.

However, with just a single glance from the Cloud Tiger, the golden dragon was completely destroyed.

Morvran's body shuddered, his eyes brimming with shock.

He hadn't expected the gap between him and his opponent to be so vast.

In fact, the latter seemed invincible.

Gritting his teeth, Morvran didn't hold back, launching punch after punch at his opponent.

Yet, his attacks were entirely blocked, and even more surprisingly, his opponent charged at him.

Thankfully, with the aid of the formation, the King Class depraved spirit was restrained.

Subsequently, the obliteration formation cast by Quincey exuded an incredibly powerful aura.

A massive red beam, carrying a terrifying momentum, instantly shot at the spirit.

"Everyone, attack!"

Quincey let out a roar.

The time was right for their attack.

No one dared to slack off. Each of them unleashing their strongest moves, swiftly charging toward the King Class spirit.

Formerly a King Class ferocious beast, the spirit slowed down under the onslaught of attacks.

The blistering light engulfed his original position in a brilliant flash, making it impossible to discern his figure.

The other depraved spirits, under countless attacks, had already been completely obliterated.

This was the strength of their three teams. If they hadn't been powerful, Morvran would never have even considered attacking the black temple.

Once the light had dissipated, everyone saw a pair of crimson eyes glaring at them. They were filled with murderous intent.

"It's still not dead..."

Morvran swallowed hard.

He couldn't believe the enemy had survived such a fearsome attack. What should we do next?

Even though he was still eager for battle, he was significantly more fearful now.

He felt helpless as he ordered, "We're done for. Prepare to retreat."

The only option now was to figure out a way to escape, for they had used up all their trump cards.

One could say that all of them were completely drained.

Zeke understood as well that if such an attack had failed to eliminate the enemy, they probably had no other options left.

A thought crossed his mind and he began to manipulate the formation, ready to activate it to escape at any moment.

Just then, a captivating laugh echoed through the air.

"Many thanks for all your help."

Suddenly, billows of dark fog burst forth from the previously sealed passage. Leading the way was an incredibly beautiful woman, clad in a long black dress as she appeared before everyone.

She was a woman of unparalleled beauty, her allure so captivating that no man could resist.

Her lips were a vibrant shade of red, her eyes held a charm that was as mesmerizing as the stars.

At that moment, she smiled charmingly. Yet, behind her enchanting smile, there was an eerie aura that was incredibly unsettling.

"The top prodigy of Demon Sect..."

A chill ran through Morvran's heart, his face turning pale.

The expressions on the faces of the others were equally grim. Zeke too, took a deep breath, his hand trembling slightly.

The woman waved her hand gracefully, sending a cloud of black mist toward the King Class depraved spirit.

The black mist, despite appearing harmless, had managed to kill the spirit.

Clearly, the depraved spirit had already been severely wounded by Zeke and his team. The demonic cultivators were merely taking advantage of the situation. They obviously had a way to deal with the severely injured depraved spirit, making it quite easy for them to finish the enemy.

This left everyone astonished. Regardless of the means employed, the underlying implication was indeed extraordinary.

The demonic cultivators had mastered the method to defeat depraved spirits.

Alternatively, one could say that they were originally associated with black temple after all.

Morvran cast a wary glance at the woman, forcing a smile. "Fellow cultivator, we're all warriors of the human race, there's no need for conflict. Since we've helped you deal a heavy blow to this late-stage peak spirit, it's time for us to leave. Until next time!"

As he spoke, he was about to leave with his men.

Suddenly, the woman let out a soft chuckle.

"What's the rush? I, Vesper Shadowbane, haven't even gotten the chance to thank you yet. Wouldn't it be rude for you to do so?"

Vesper Shadowbane!

Morvran shuddered, his eyes filled with terror.