This was merely the tip of the iceberg of a battlefield spanning thirty miles. Within moments of the first exchange, the group in white had already lost at least a tenth of their number. Their so-called formidable power proved completely defenseless against the elite of the Tianji Pavilion. Some of the sharper ones in white, realizing the air was a death trap, immediately dived toward the ground, only to find mysterious figures in black robes waiting to intercept them. Faced with five or six hundred white-clad experts, the Tianji Pavilion disciples numbered fewer than three hundred, yet no one had expected this to be a one-sided slaughter. Over a dozen Sumeru Experts sat in command at every corner, while more than two hundred masters at the Peak Nirvana Stage worked with orderly efficiency, harvesting lives in coordinated groups.
"How is this possible? What kind of monsters are these people!" Many of the white-clad warriors could not believe their eyes; they had suffered heavy casualties in the initial clash, while the mysterious black-robed group hadn't even sustained a single injury. Such a vast disparity left them stunned.
All manner of high-grade magical treasures streaked across the sky, and the shockwaves of immense spiritual power ravaged every inch of the land within the barrier. Gushan began to collapse, and deep fissures tore across the earth. Hua Wuyou frowned as he surveyed the one-sided slaughter. He murmured to himself, "Is this the true power of the Tianji Pa…
Chapter 182