Zhang Yan swung his sword and beheaded Li Weimin. Without stopping, a sword light cut through the smoke and clouds.
He paid no heed to the fallen banners on the ground. More than a dozen Blood Essence Sect disciples surrounded him, and a Xuan Guang Realm Cultivator was rushing towards him rapidly. If he got entangled, there would be no way to escape.
Whether or not he could seize this momentary gap to escape would depend on Xie Zongyuan himself.
At this moment, those on the Dragon Tooth Flying Boat couldn't see through the smoke and clouds. Liu Tao said in a deep voice, "I wonder if Brother Zhang succeeded."
Fang Zhen sneered, "Wishful thinking, that person is not so easily slain. Zhang Yan is probably already trapped within the formation."
Just then, a cultivator behind him pointed forward and shouted, "Look, the smoke and clouds are dispersing!"
Everyone was stunned and looked forward together.
