He Moluo's death, along with the sudden eruption of the Kunlun disciples' heroic assault after that gray-robed Kunlun disciple's silent act, instantly dealt the red-robed men a crushing blow.
In that instant, at least dozens of red-robed cultivators died miserably amid blood mist exploding from their bodies. It was as though invisible sickles had swept through them; nearly all the red-robed men at the very front fell in unison. Yet the red-robed men's advance was not greatly affected.
Although the red-robed men at the front could not help but feel terror and the urge to flee backward, their bodies continued charging forward against their will.
Because even more red-robed men surged up behind them. Even if they wished to retreat, at this moment, most of them were like little crabs swept along by the tide, carried forward with the current.
A swath of red-robed men fell, but even more red-robed men charged up through the blood mist and flames from behind. The gaps left by the dead were filled in an instant. Another sky-covering barrage of White Bone Phosphorus Rockets fell like a torrential rain, and dozens of Kunlun disciples who had just roared and revealed themselves were pierced through by white flames that gave off a pungent, fishy stench.
At that moment, a black flood suddenly surged up directly ahead of the red-robed men. At its forefront was once again a gray figure, followed closely by more than forty Sword Division disciples clad in black robes.
Amid shrill screams through the air, a bronze radiance crashed viciously into the ranks of the red-robed men. It was a bronze magical treasure shaped like a ship's anchor, weighing over ten thousand jin. The enormous bronze anchor came down, sending up waves of blood mist, then bounced under the tremendous impact and