Cleaning Up Yin Cultivators

Li Chengjie put the jade bottle into his storage bag, and his divine sense spread out once more.

His divine sense enveloped nearly half of the Canglan Continent, and he "saw" those fleeing Netherworld cultivators.

More than one hundred Spirit Transformation-stage Nether Cultivators were hunting down the scattered Human Race Yang Cultivators all across the Canglan Continent.

They moved in groups of three to five. Some chased toward Tianlan, some toward the Northern Territory, and some remained stationed in various places.

On the Human Race Yang Cultivators' side, only twenty-some Spirit Transformation cultivators were still alive.

Ming Yan, Yun Ze, Li Daozi, Lu Xuehan, Wang Tiansheng, Hua Qianying, Xue Bing, Master Wuchen, Duan Tianya, Hu Qianshan, as well as the few late- and mid-Spirit Transformation cultivators from holy lands such as Shouxian Pavilion, Tai Xu Sect, and Heavenly Secrets Pavilion.

The twenty-some people were all injured, their spiritual power completely exhausted, chased by more than one hundred Netherworld Spirit Transformation cultivators until there was no road to heaven and no gate into the earth.

Everyone else had already fallen.

Li Chengjie withdrew his divine sense and lifted his foot. With a single step, space twisted beneath him, and the next moment, he was already standing in the air above a stretch of desert in the Western Territory.

Below, Ming Yan was being besieged by three Deity Transformation peak Nether Cultivators. The light of the Gold Fire Sword was dim, the golden patterns on its sword body flickering uncertainly.

Ming Yan's left arm had been severed, his right leg was a bloody mess, his face was pale as paper, and his aura had weakened to the utmost limit.

He gritted his teeth. The Gold Fire Sword turned into a streak of crimson-gold sword qi and slashed toward one Deity Transformation peak