Boom—
Boom—
Compared to the entire Shura Battlefield, the slaughter here was sheer chaos.
This was the crushing advantage of numbers!
Several thousand Sun King Realm cultivators—even if they were only at the lower levels—could leave these fourteen "high-level Sun King Realm" experts no chance to raise their heads, so long as there were enough of them piling on and bombarding together.
Besides, quite a few experts had come from the Myriad Sects Alliance, all concentrated around Beidou Sword Venerable.
More than twenty sect master-level figures from second-rate factions alone had arrived, and over a dozen of them were here.
There were also experts from first-rate factions.
The two sides were fundamentally unequal in strength!
As a result, it was only a matter of time before these fourteen "flower guardians" died here with hatred in their hearts.
"Ah—"
Miserable cries swept across the battlefield.
Their lifebound beasts were enormous; the moment they emerged, they were immediately focused down by several thousand lifebound beasts.
It would have been better not to emerge. The instant they did, they were minced into bloody pulp!
Compared to them, the Four Snow Sun Ghosts were actually fortunate. At the very least, they were still alive.
"Miss Wushuang, save me!"
"Urgh—"
Pain, despair, regret.
None of it could halt the fury of the Myriad Sects Alliance.
No matter how sly Beidou Sword Venerable was, most of the Myriad Sects cultivators willing to ally with him and come here to kill the enemy were warriors who purely wished to defend the dignity and territory of the Myriad Sects.
When the Xuanyuan Dragon Sect had been attacked by the Order Celestial Clan, they had already felt it as though it were happening to themselves.
They had merely lacked someone to lead them.
Forty thousand fellow disciples of the