Disrespect

Tianhuang Mountain was in utter chaos.

Amid the dense sandstorm, terrifying explosions rang out without cease as a sea of flames churned wildly.

"Damn it!" The Tianhuang Sect Leader's face turned livid.

Tianhuang disciples fell one after another, slaughtered by the Mysterious Person darting everywhere and completely swallowed by the surging sea of flames.

The West Wasteland Faction was the king of melee combat.

Its disciples possessed incomparably tremendous strength and sand bodies with astonishing defenses, along with a boundless sand sea capable of drowning all living things.

They had far too many advantages, but their weaknesses were equally obvious:

They had no ranged combat techniques.

Nor did they possess the ability to fly.

The woman in the phoenix robe in the sky simply bombarded the sect without restraint.

It was one thing for Jiang Realm Disciples to be unable to withstand such output, but even Sea Realm Hall Masters were beaten until they could not raise their heads, left with no choice but to struggle to cope.

"Rumble!"

All of a sudden, the solid ground changed in nature, transforming into a turbulent, rolling Mudflow River.

Sand Whips shot out one after another, flinging and lashing at everyone.

The West Wasteland Faction could indeed tread upon yellow sand and avoid being buried alive in the Mudflow River, but this broad river had also cut off their route of escape underground.

There was no path to heaven and no door into the earth.

The people of Tianhuang Mountain were slaughtered wantonly like penned pigs and dogs.

"You! You... Aaaaah!"

The Tianhuang Sect Leader was furious beyond measure. Energy churned throughout his body, and the yellow sand erupting beneath his feet surged even more fiercely.

West Wasteland Divine Technique: West Wasteland Sand Sea!

Whoosh—

A Sand Whip suddenly lashed over, wrapping around