Three streaks of sword light pierced through the dark night sky, like three bolts of lightning, trailing long tails like a giant dragon, exuding a terrifying aura and ear-splitting sonic booms, revealing vicious fangs, shooting out through the air.
The fastest among them, flying at the forefront, the few demonic cultivators hadn't even realized what was happening before their bodies were shattered, turning into a blood-colored firework that bloomed in the night sky, with viscous blood rain falling.
"Enemy attack!"
"Enemy attack!"
"We're under attack!"
In the next moment, terrified voices echoed, and the demonic cultivators who were about to check the situation at the City Lord's Mansion suddenly halted their actions and shouted loudly.
While shouting, they were still incredulous.
Enemy attack, where could the enemy be?
To be honest, their only enemy would be the human race.
