The young man from the Ganwu tribe had just breathed a sigh of relief because he had gathered everyone together.
But upon hearing Shen Qian's whisper, his brow twitched again.
What did Chen Qian mean by those words?
After everyone gathered, the fog in front began to dissipate, revealing an area with a diameter of about 100 meters.
He stood quietly a hundred meters away before sinking.
He resembled a Buddha who had fallen into darkness; his figure, though not particularly large among all races, exuded an immense sense of oppression.
The young man from the Ganwu tribe glanced to the left and right.
Fifteen people!
Two more people perished in the mist just now.
At this moment, there were fifteen Divine Realm experts gathered together.
This should have been an incredibly powerful lineup, but for some reason, it failed to give the young man from the Ganwu tribe any sense of security.
Not only him, but everyone had a solemn expression.
After displaying terrifying combat power before sinking, even with fifteen against one, they didn't feel they had much of a chance of winning.
"Gentlemen, this is a matter of life and death, so let's hold back no more!"
Knowing he had no other choice, the young man from the Ganwu tribe took a deep breath and shouted, "Shen Qian is not invincible! The Giant Spirit Clan and the Celestial Clan are just scared out of their wits!"
"I will use a secret technique of the Witch Clan to bind his limbs for three breaths, and then I'll leave the rest to you!"
Everyone's eyes lit up when they heard what the young man from the Ganwu tribe said.
What everyone fears most about Shen Qian now is his physical body, which has been strengthened by some unknown means.
Its terrifying speed, impossible to detect with the naked eye, and its physical strength, surpassing even that of the Giant Spirit Clan, made Shen Qian an almost invincible force.
If the young man from the Ganwu Clan could really bind Shen Qian's flesh god for three seconds, with the speed of a god-level expert, three breaths would be enough for them to kill Shen Qian ten times over!
"good!"
"It's a deal!"
Their eyes met, and seeing the determination in everyone's eyes, the young man from the Ganwu tribe didn't delay any longer. His figure transformed back into a large black bird and took the lead, soaring towards Shen Qian.
The conversation between the fifteen people was conducted using mental energy, so Shen Qian didn't know what they were talking about. He was just a little surprised to see the young man from the Ganwu tribe charging forward fearlessly.
However, Shen Qian didn't care. Although these young witches had mysterious methods, their cultivation level was still too low to pose any threat to Shen Qian.
However, Shen Qian stopped abruptly as soon as he made a move.
His limbs and waist were bound by black ropes at some point, and the ropes possessed a kind of seemingly regular force that suppressed him so much that he could not move.
Looking up, the black bird was burning fiercely, and on the head that could be vaguely made out to be human was a face mixed with pain and madness. The rope extended from the black bird's body.
Shen Qian saw it clearly: what was burning was not just the giant bird that the witch clan had transformed into, but his own physical body.
Even the opponent's life force was constantly being drained away with the leaping flames.
"Did they risk their lives?"
Shen Qian was surprised by the other party's decisiveness and ruthlessness. He tried to exert force, but the black rope became even more resilient, pressing him firmly to the spot.
"Now...make your move!"
The young man from the Ganwu tribe had his voice distorted by extreme pain.
"kill!"
The fourteen people, who had been waiting for this moment, all rushed over. As they stretched out their bodies, they easily created a force that blotted out the sky.
"The eagle soars through the sky!"
The young man from the Power Clan roared, gathering all his strength into a single point, and slammed his fist, carrying the force of tens of thousands of pounds, towards Shen Qian's head.
"Slay the God!"
The three members of the Nether Iron Clan turned pale instantly, as if all their energy and spirit had been drained in an instant. A long, illusory sword, a hundred feet long and wide, condensed in front of them and slashed down at Shen Qian.
"deep sea!"
The sea creature, a man and a woman, exchanged a glance, then pressed their palms together, and a terrifying wave instantly engulfed the creature before it sank.
As the roaring waves tore at Shenqian's body, they also caused a strong sense of dizziness deep within Shenqian's mind.
This is a killing move that destroys both the physical body and the mental energy!
"God, please purify this vile soul."
There was also a girl from an unknown race with a single horn on her head. She was barefoot and took out a broken statue from her bosom. With a low murmur, a black beam of light symbolizing destruction burst from the statue and slashed towards Shenqian.
Fifteen geniuses from various races, setting aside all past grudges at this moment, unleashed their full potential and launched a deadly attack with perfect coordination in just two breaths.
Before sinking, one is like an immovable target, forced to passively endure the impact in that instant.
The young man from the Ganwu tribe already had a look of triumphant joy in his eyes.
He was confident that even if Nukan stood here and couldn't fight back, he would be severely injured if he took the killing blows from fifteen Divine Realm experts head-on. Even if he didn't die on the spot, he would at least be seriously injured!
He had long sensed that Shen Qian's true realm was not very high, but both his physical body and Yuan Power exuded a strange quality, which led to his abnormally strong power.
He refused to believe that Shen Qian could turn the tide under these circumstances!
The only thing that made the young man from the Ganwu tribe somewhat uneasy was that even in such a desperate situation, Shen Qian's expression remained completely unchanged.
Could the other person's willpower really be that strong?
Shen Qian was indeed somewhat surprised.
In fact, the young man from the Ganwu tribe was not wrong in some respects.
Even if he had broken through the Mountain and Sea realm before sinking and his body had undergone two consecutive sublimations, he would definitely be seriously injured on the spot if he withstood a combined attack from fifteen Mountain and Sea realm experts.
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