That Master and Disciple Really Were Cut from the Same Cloth!

Eastern Wasteland, Yanjing City.

The many cultivators below were all gazing up at the heavens. Before long, their expressions turned grave.

Just as before, ripples spread through the space above the grand formation. A man fell out of them, a gaping hole in his forehead, divine blood splattering everywhere, his face twisted in agony. He still clutched a Cosmic Shift Talisman in his hand.

"It's Rogue Cultivator Mo Laoxie. I never expected even he would be killed."

A cultivator below recognized the corpse and said solemnly, "It is said that Mo Laoxie was most skilled in escape arts. During a battle between Grand Unity Supremes, he relied on his escape technique to flee with his life. Who would have thought that even someone like him would fall here?"

One had to know that there were no Grand Unity Supremes in the Chaos Battlefield this time. At most, there were cultivators at the peak of the Grand Unity Realm. Yet even so, Mo Laoxie had failed to escape with his life. This showed just how perilous the battlefield was.

"Look! What's that?!"

A wave of startled cries immediately erupted from the crowd.

Everyone swiftly raised their heads. The space above the grand formation suddenly shuddered, and over a hundred spatial ripples spread out. Figure after figure emerged from within them.

"Gasp—so many prodigies died at once?"

"This is bad. The sky has fallen over the Demon Race Plane World! So many prodigies have all perished in the Chaos Land. I'm afraid those Supremes will personally take action!"

"Who could be so bold? Who would dare brave the world's condemnation and kill so many prodigies of our Demon Race Plane World? Could there be a mole from the Immortal Dao Alliance hiding among them?"

"That must be it! We beg Extreme Yin