As the loose cultivator Yin Jiuzhu turned into a cloud of blood mist and gradually dissipated, a sense of fear began to arise in the hearts of many great cultivators.
They no longer had any thoughts of lingering and quickly displayed their skills to flee towards the boundary of the secret realm.
The dwarf Nascent Soul formed a seal with his hands, and his short body directly burrowed into the ground, transforming into a streak of golden light that swiftly traveled thousands of feet.
Until a strand of extreme Yin Demonic Qi flowed from the female devil's palm into the Taiyin Sword and spread through its blade into the earth.
Freeze, Baili!
"Bang—"
A sound of flesh colliding with a sharp instrument rang from afar, followed by the ground cracking, and an ice spike shot out with a small figure hanging on it, piercing through the heart of Li Wushen!
Blood flowed from his seven orifices, and after stumbling twice in midair, he remained motionless.
