Several thousand cultivators were caught in the green light's blast. The earth shook and the mountains trembled as waves of air rolled outward.
Five breaths later, the green light vanished. Everything within a hundred li had been razed to the ground. Zhou Xingguo's face was pale, blood staining the corners of his mouth. The robe covering his body had been torn apart, and his arms and chest were dripping with blood. Niu Kun and Liu Xiuyun looked somewhat pale as well. The three of them were relatively fortunate; several thousand cultivators had simply vanished from the face of the earth.
One picked the soft persimmon to squeeze. Zhou Xingguo and Niu Kun were both early Spirit Transformation Stage cultivators, but Niu Kun was of the Demon Race. Even Feng Wu's self-destruction could not inflict much damage on him.
"Fellow Daoist Zhou, go support Daoist Sun and the others. Fellow Daoist Niu and I will pursue them. We must wipe them out completely—we absolutely cannot let them escape."
After saying this, Liu Xiuyun transformed into a streak of azure light and gave chase. Niu Kun transformed into a streak of red light and followed after her.
Zhou Xingguo took out a small mirror glittering with white light and injected a hand seal into it. After the mirror's surface lit up with white light, Liu Ye's face appeared.
"How is it, Fellow Daoist Zhou? What happened to those cultivators from the other realm?" Liu Ye asked impatiently, his tone urgent.
"We killed two Spirit Transformation cultivators, along with a group of High-Level Cultivators. Fellow Daoist Liu, open the seal and let me enter to support Daoist Sun and the others," Zhou Xingguo said excitedly. His injuries were serious, but there was no time for him to heal. Time was pressing.
Ripples spread