This was a scene of extreme tragedy: cultivators of the Ling Clan fell in wave after wave, batch after batch, drenched in blood and bone, their cries echoing across the land.
"Ants, you deserve to die!" With a roar, Ling Clan powerhouses swarmed in from all directions, brandishing weapons of slaughter, their eyes burning scarlet like demons.
Boom! Bang! Boom! Amidst the thunderous explosions, lightning flashed across the void, streams of dark energy shot in from the east and west, and a thick pillar of lightning and a brilliant lotus bloomed across the northern firmament, carrying an aura of annihilation and the will of destruction.
Chapter 1677