In the mist, Lu Ran weaved unseen, slaughtering all the enemies that dared to invade.
Every time an enemy just broke into the mist, not yet within Luo Ying's perception range, they were suddenly slain by sword and blade.
Lu Ran alone, could rival an entire army!
He was the army!
The eyes of the Luans, the swift instant teleportation and stealth of the wolfhound.
The strength and fire of the Fierce Heavenly Sect, the long wind traces of the North Wind Night Charm.
Since Lu Ran ascended to the heavenly realm, he had fought countless battles, and this time, his slaughter was the fiercest.
No matter whether it was the occasional god-demon minion coming to scout, or the swarming Faceless Jade Venerables...
None shall be spared!
"Crack!"
Another piercing sound of breaking echoed, a pair of blades drawing long wind traces, carving an "X" on the Faceless Jade Venerable's upper body.
The once-untouchable Faceless Jade Venerable was quartered amid the crisscrossed wind traces.
