Lin Bai transformed into a fiery red streak, sweeping across the sky, constantly searching for traces of Wending Realm strong ones in the battlefield.
On the ground, a scorched earth lay beneath, where countless warriors struggled and screamed in the midst of their blood.
"All of you, die for me!"
A Wending Realm Demon Sect martial artist roared, waved his hand, and the sharp sword in his hand slashed with countless sword lights sweeping across the sky, massacring a group of Death Reversal Realm warriors from the East Continent Academy under the sword.
"Hahaha, what of the disciples of the East Continent Academy? Before the Wending Realm, they are still ants! Die for me! Die!" This Wending Realm strong one became increasingly revelrous in killing, and the sharp sword in his hand continuously slashed sword lights, reaping the souls of warriors like the scythe of a god of death.
But at this moment, just as that swath of sword light descended, it was suddenly blocked by someone.
