Lin Chuan let out a cold laugh, thinking to himself that truly, idiots were in endless supply.
Raising both hands amidst a deafening roar, countless arcs of lightning descended from the heavens. Those cultivators who charged forward ranged from the Nascent Soul to the Void Return stage, with even a small number in the Golden Core Stage.
In Lin Chuan's eyes, such cultivation was not even worthy of being called ants.
Chapter 989