The power of lightning-element Dao arts was already immense, and after Wang Mengbin advanced to the Nascent Soul Late Stage, his strength had soared.
"Madam Cheng, you flatter me. If you hadn't held the enemies back, I wouldn't have dealt with them so easily."
Wang Mengbin spoke humbly.
"Let's deal with the other enemies quickly, loot the wealth here, and hurry to the next stronghold."
Wang Youwei suggested, his expression excited.
As long as they didn't run into a Spirit Transformation Cultivator, there should be no one in the Thousand Calabash World who could stand against them. After all, they all had Fifth Order Talismans.
Wang Mengbin nodded. He pointed lightly downward with one finger, and deafening thunder rang out in the sky. Over a thousand bolts of Silver Lightning tore across the heavens and struck the Demon Cultivators on Thousand Spirit Island.
A wave of shrill screams rang out as thunder radiance shot into the sky.
Wang Youwei and the others attacked one after another. In less than ten breaths, not a single Demon Cultivator on Thousand Spirit Island remained capable of resisting, and over a hundred Demon Cultivators declared their submission.
At the northwest corner of Thousand Spirit Island stood a towering, emerald-green mountain peak that pierced the clouds. Wang Mengbin and the others stood at its foot. Not far away stood a blue stone stele more than ten zhang tall, with the three golden characters "Thousand Spirit Peak" written upon it.
"Seniors, this is where our branch's treasury is located."
A thin, bamboo-like middle-aged man pointed at Thousand Spirit Peak, his expression respectful.
The middle-aged man's surname was Chen and his given name was Chen Mo. He was a Core Formation Cultivator, but the enemies were far too powerful, and he had no desire to die.
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