Many demon powerhouses who wanted to intercept and kill Gu Qingfeng were involuntarily stopping in their tracks.
What a joke.
A single strike that obliterated tens of thousands of demon strongholds within a hundred-mile radius—such a being was certainly not something ordinary cultivators could contend with.
Such means could absolutely only be employed by saints of a very high level.
However,
it was now the era of the End of Dharma.
In the Ancient Desolate World, it was absolutely impossible for a new saint to be born, much like the impossibility of a new Demon Lord emerging in the Demon Realm.
Unless,
it was an ancient saint or Demon Lord who had awoken from the ancient city of life.
On the other side,
Gu Xiu followed closely behind Gu Qingfeng, his face still filled with shock.
His father's strength was continually refreshing his understanding.
Especially the scene where a single strike had annihilated tens of thousands of demons—it left Gu Xiu even more astounded.
