"Darryl!" shrieked a slightly disheveled Yvette.

With her back against the ropes and not possessing any sort of real ability, all Yvette could do was cry for help. Witnessing the pitiful scene had only made Grunt's grin even more apparent.

Holding his eerie smile, he continued, "You have violated the heavenly rules by protecting a demon. When word gets out, you will face countless public threats. You may be strong, but don't you think you're biting off more than you can chew here? You stand no chance against all the sects from the cultivation world."

With those last few words, Grunt expelled his power in an explosion and flew towards Darryl.

At the same time, the surrounding sect elites also launched a coordinated assault on Yvette.

"Get lost!" Darryl shouted; his voice trembled with anger as he sent Grunt a palm of his own.

Grunt's actions seemed to have ticked off Darryl quite profusely.

Bang!

In the next second, their palms collided. The shockwave that came after was the l