Chapter 715: The Ultimate Trump Card

At the edge of the city, countless rocks shattered into dust as a figure soared into the sky. The Witch and her companions gasped, hurriedly looking toward the figure. It was none other than the purple-robed elder, the Celestial! Xing Sen's expression was exceedingly grim. His sword arm was drenched in blood, the muscles torn apart by the force of Benjamin Shaw's strike. Nevertheless, Xing Sen, having reached a divine state through rigorous physical training, had a body far tougher than that of...