C152 The Winner Was Determined

When Disciple Zhang sensed that something was amiss, it was already too late. He found himself engulfed in a torrent of water, and his Spirit Weapon had been snuffed out in the deluge. With a furrowed brow, he summoned his long saber back to his hand and fixed his gaze on the distant captain of the Evil Punishing Hall.

In that moment, he knew his only option was to escape as quickly as possible