The six female cultivators had blind faith in Liu Xiangfei and had no idea what kind of Mahayana he was facing. He was the leader of a dark force that would make even any Mahayana in the entire Spirit Realm's heart tremble upon hearing its name.
Over the countless years, quite a few Mahayana cultivators had fallen at the hands of An Xun the Ghost, with some even losing their lives. Over those same countless years, countless cultivators had joined forces to try to eradicate the Four Great Dark Forces, but every attempt had ended in failure.
The four great dark organizations had existed for ages. No one knew where their headquarters were, and supposedly, no one had ever seen the true faces of their core members either. The moment those members failed, they would self-detonate, without exception.
As the leader of such a top-tier dark organization, An Xun the Ghost could never have survived for so long without terrifying strength. Seeing that the six female cultivators showed not the slightest worry, the three Mahayana cultivators of the Human Race secretly sneered.
By now, the three Mahayana cultivators could no longer follow them to watch the battle. The two had already moved far from this region and entered the depths of the Void Domain.
The surrounding cultivators craned their necks and gazed into the distance, disappointment showing in their eyes.
A battle between two Mahayana cultivators could give low-level cultivators astonishing insights and benefits, but they could not witness it now. They had missed, for nothing, an opportunity to broaden their horizons and comprehend the Great Dao.
Time crawled like a snail, passing exceedingly slowly. The three Mahayana cultivators gazed at the distant void. Their expressions seemed calm, but anxiety had begun to churn within them.
One day, two days,