Both of them were Level-8 Spiritual Sovereigns. The only difference was that one was a junior and the other a peak one.
Therefore, Feng Wu's attack was still lethal to Yan Yu.
Whoosh!
A corner of his defense was finally breached.
Ordinary people might not understand it, but the referees were all capable cultivators of the continent.
Both the abbot and Lord Yan stiffened.
Feng Wu had sharp eyes. Sensing the crack in Yan Yu's defense, she exerted even more power.
Soon, cuts appeared on Yan Yu's face.
"Yan Yu!!!"
Lord Yan rose to his feet and bellowed at the crown prince.
They didn't pay that high price to make him lose.
Yan Yu finally came back to himself. He walked out of the smoke and slowly walked toward Feng Wu.
Right now, he was charred black and had a ferocious look on his face.
He suddenly took a bottle of potion out of his chest pocket, downed it in one go, and tossed it away!
