Terrifying surges of blood and qi shot into the heavens.
Visualized dragons seized the sects' mountain peaks and shook them, while totemic beasts cleaved open their gates.
Every expert who stepped out of the teleportation pillars had already reached the end of their realm.
They were only one step away from opening up a new realm.
Yet because of the tiniest differences in their foundations, that final step remained forever out of reach.
They cultivated dozens, even hundreds, of cultivation paths.
They had obtained Mythical, even Overlord titles.
They had exhausted every possible method; their strength could rise no further.
At this moment, any one of them could easily suppress the strongest figures in these sects.
Even killing the old monsters within those sects would be no difficult task.
But now, it was not one such powerhouse that had arrived, but several hundred.
This sect's Old Ancestor despaired. "It's over! The sect is completely finished! If I had known, we never would have formed any alliance!"
At that moment, he regretted it beyond measure.
But it was too late!
All kinds of terrifying attacks swept through every corner of the sect.
This group of powerhouses smashed mountain peaks, split open forbidden grounds, dug out the self-sealed experts of the sect, and slaughtered them with overwhelming force.
"Leave no one alive!"
They growled and roared, killing without hesitation.
Golden Altars hung above these sects one after another. Their radiance illuminated everything as they searched for every living creature.
The moment one was discovered, it was met with the most terrifying strike.
Some people were fortunate enough to flee down the mountain.
Yet powerhouses had also sealed off the foot of the mountain.
These powerhouses were all clad in black cloaks. Their fingers flashed as they unleashed one exotic treasure after another,