Sikong Du quickly moved to the front, shouting incessantly.
A group of people wrestling with a corpse, it's already dead, it can't die again, and you still want it to die one more time?
Knowing well that this thing doesn't feel pain or get hurt, with its copper skin and iron bones, why bother entangling with it?
The Earth Spirit rampaged through the void, constantly breaking through encirclement, while a group of ghost shadows always followed closely around it, scattering immediately upon meeting cultivators, exceedingly cunning.
Sikong Du cursed inwardly, no wonder the Cultivator Realm banded together to deal with this sect back then.
Truly too wicked.
With Sikong Du's words, a group of cultivators immediately turned their magical artifacts, backing off upon meeting the Earth Spirit, constantly setting defenses despite its persistent breakthroughs.
Thus, the battle line extended farther, and the battle cries in the sky intensified.
