Ling Xuanxiao became the sole focus of this bloody purgatory.
The night wind howled, whipping his dark robes about him.
He stood suspended in the air, looking down with an indifferent gaze at the living beings below struggling and slaughtering one another like ants.
As though the mountains of corpses and seas of blood before him, the brutal spectacle of life and death, were no more than an insignificant stroke upon a painting.
Cao Changjing witnessed that earthshaking scene on the battlefield with his own eyes and could not help drawing in a sharp breath. A chill shot from his tailbone straight to the crown of his head.
He stared at the indifferent figure in the sky, his eyes filled with unprecedented shock and an indescribable complexity.
This situation...
He had expected Li Xuanxiao to be strong, but he had never imagined that Li Xuanxiao would be so monstrously powerful as to defy all reason.
In the darkness, countless cold, greedy, wary, probing gazes converged upon Li Xuanxiao as tangibly as substance.
Deep within the fleeing demon tide, and farther away amid the shadows of mountains shrouded in demon mist.
Several enormous, indistinct silhouettes emanating powerful demon qi stood silently there, their crimson beast eyes like torches in the abyss, locked tightly onto Li Xuanxiao.
One great demon with curved dragon horns and dark golden scales covering its entire body emitted a low rumble from its throat, like muffled thunder rolling past, filled with dangerous interest.
Some demon generals hidden among the routed forces, their auras even more obscure, also halted and looked back from afar.
Their gazes no longer held the greed of predators eyeing food, but the gravity and scrutiny reserved for absolute power...
Over the next half month, Liuyun Sect became the eye of the storm throughout