C243 King Ye

The moment the voice pierced the air, Shen Xuan, who had been poised to flee, felt as though the very space around him was congealing, impeding his movements.

"Eleven, break it," Shen Xuan commanded loudly to Shen Shiyi at his side as they surged forward.

With a resounding "Boom!" Shen Shiyi wielded the Thunder Pestle like a deity of thunder, repeatedly lifting and slamming it down