The slaughter began at that moment. Lu Chuan was simply invincible, crushing everything in his path; wherever he went, no one could stop him.
The remaining Quasi-Saint Realm experts of the Celestial Race likewise could not withstand the sharp Blade Qi he slashed out.
The Epoch Blade drew upon the power of the entire killing array.
It had even fused with the combat power of Lu Chuan himself, as well as Venerable Wuchen and the other twenty human Quasi-Saint Realm experts.
When that blade fell, it was enough to destroy heaven and earth.
No one could withstand it at all.
"No..."
Amid unwilling and despairing screams that rang through the heavens, all the Quasi-Saint Realm experts of the Celestial Race died beneath Lu Chuan's Blade Qi.
It carried endless sharpness, tearing apart their final thread of hope and life force.
Ten minutes later.
The vast Celestial Island was deathly silent.
Not a single member of the Celestial Race remained alive.
Only shattered Ruins and dense Bloody Baleful Qi remained, proclaiming the fierce battle that had just taken place.
The Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches God-Slaying Array that had enveloped the entire Celestial Island collapsed with a crash at that moment.
The 108 Dao Artifacts turned into flowing light and flew back into Lu Chuan's hands.
"Whew..."
Someone exhaled a mouthful of turbid air, and a rich smile could not help but appear on his face.
In this battle, although Lu Chuan had contributed the most, they had likewise put forth great effort.
Their nerves had been stretched taut, and that feeling was not pleasant.
Now, on Celestial Island, there was no longer a single living member of the Celestial Race.
At last, many people's taut nerves relaxed, and for a moment, they only felt that even their Spiritual Consciousness was