The Nascent Soul cultivators were besieged, the Golden Cores were caught in an ambush, and the imperial capital, once a place of order, was suddenly transformed into a slaughterhouse.
The Blood Spirit Cult cultivators, who would strike from the shadows at any moment, were endless, indulging in a frenzied massacre...
Just then, both of them heard a muffled groan from the direction of the peasant woman. She stumbled a few steps and retreated to their side. Before her stood a new figure. The person who had just appeared was also a Foundation Establishment cultivator; it was he who had joined forces with another to severely wound the peasant woman.
Chapter 174