Li Chang'an did not show himself, and this was within many people's expectations.
Even if he was not an ancient cultivator, he was still only a Rogue Cultivator, with no ties to the Eight Nascent Soul Powers of the Righteous Path. There was no need for him to fight the devil dao to the death.
Yin Ling sighed, as if somewhat disappointed.
"This Seat's cultivation has advanced recently, and This Seat had wanted to seek him out for another battle, to avenge the heavy wounds from before. Yet he actually did not come."
"Yin Ling, there's no need for Fellow Daoist Lin. I alone am enough to slay you!"
Black Sand True Lord's expression was icy as he shouted sharply.
Yin Ling sneered. "What shameless boasting. You think you can slay This Seat? Even without using the power of the soul dao, This Seat can still suppress you!"
"Whether I can slay you or not, we'll know after a battle!"
Black Sand True Lord's aura surged wildly. Sandstorm danced around him, transforming into a black spear that shot toward Yin Ling like lightning.
The Nascent Soul battle erupted then and there!
The Nascent Souls on both sides made their moves almost at the same time, flying into the vast sky as majestic mana surged out in torrents.
Below, the sounds of killing shook heaven and earth.
"Kill!"
"Kill, kill, kill!"
"Fellow Daoists, all of you, follow me! Cut down these devil brats!"
Thousands upon thousands of cultivators drew close along the long border, slaughtering one another madly. In an instant, countless cultivators burst apart, and a dense stench of blood rushed into the sky.
In midair on both sides, countless Flying Ships gathered Spiritual Energy and erupted with streak after streak of dazzling light.
Beyond that, there were also large