The four One Star Hall geniuses swarmed the possessed Ao Bai from different directions, each using their killer moves without holding back.

Mercy could mean their own deaths.

They understood that the disparity against a quasi General Stage cultivator was huge. Although the four of them were good for their level, it meant nothing against this.

Although it was their first time fighting together as four, each came with a ton of battle experience, and they were able to hammer out some working synergy on the fly.

Four mighty attacks came smashing down towards Ao Bai's weak spots.

Ao Bai showed no emotion against his four opponents. Only the crimson moth continued to flutter in his eyes, weaving in and out as it created a hollowness that continued to deepen.

"Dragon's Bulwark!"

In a flash, Ao Bao's resonant power formed a suit of silver-scale armor around him....