The monks in the sub-alliance watched helplessly as Liu Zhengyang was shrouded in the smoke of the explosion, and couldn't help but despair.

Because after Liu Zhengyang brought them back from Doumen, Liu Zhengyang was the spiritual pillar for them to fight against Doumen, and nothing could happen. If even Liu Zhengyang was defeated, who would have the courage to continue to fight against the already well-established Doumen?

And they were just celebrating the safety of their loved ones, which was the most relaxing time.

When their minds were at their most relaxed, their first thought was not to avenge Liu Zhengyang.

There was nothing but deep fear in their hearts.

However, just when everyone was most desperate, a hearty voice suddenly came from the city wall.

"Zhang Feng, you're actually scared? That's not good. You will lose your composure and your judgment."

As soon as I heard the voice, the monks in the branch had already heard it, and it was undoubtedly Liu Zhengyang's voice.

But how?

Didn't Liu Zhengyang have been hit by an extremely terrifying attack just now?

And he didn't have time to use the rumored gray light curtain at that time, and even after placing the altar in the center of the city, it was a question whether he still had that kind of ability. So in this case, how did he survive?

Even if he survived with his tyrannical strength, he wouldn't be safe, would he?

The monks looked curiously in the direction of the sound, and then discovered something even more shocking.

That is, the city wall in front has not been damaged in the slightest!

How can it be?

How could that kind of thing be possible?

The city wall of the branch is not the body of a super strong, how can it have such a terrible defense?

During the speech, the movement of the explosion has gradually subsided.

The figures of Liu Zhengyang, Zhang Feng, Panmen Sect Master and others have appeared in front of everyone again.

Although it was a bit difficult to see what they looked like under the shroud of night, it was certain that they were all unscathed, because they were still lined up, completely unharmed, as if it was not them who were being attacked. .

The monks in the sub-alliance looked at the backs of Liu Zhengyang and others, first heaving a sigh of relief, and then startled again.

No matter how they think about it, they can't understand the situation in front of them.

Why was it that three such violent attacks hit the same place in a row, but couldn't cause the slightest damage?

On the city wall, Zhang Feng has already asked the questions in his heart for everyone.

He asked in shock and curiosity, "Uncle Liu, what's the situation?"

"Actually, this situation is normal." Liu Zhengyang said calmly: "If I don't even have this kind of defense, why did I work so hard before? Also, do you remember what I said last month? Even if our cultivator is not as strong as Doumen, we will never lose!"

Zhang Feng was slightly startled, and then his eyes gradually became brighter.

I have to say that he is indeed an extremely smart person, and he has already figured out the way in the blink of an eye.

His eyes gleamed and he said, "Union Lord Liu, is it the power of the altar? You used the gray light film you used to protect yourself last time on the city wall of the division? You really can even think of this method. Come out! But, is the energy in the alliance enough to support it?"

Zhang Feng was a little worried.

After all, Zhang Feng had already learned about this power from Liu Zhengyang on his return trip last time, and knew its flaws.