Venerable Hua Feng's Yin God exploded with a thunderous boom beneath the lash of the pitch-black whip, his soul instantly obliterated.
How long had it even been? Two Integration Stage powerhouses had already fallen one after another.
The successive deaths of two Integration Stage powerhouses were simply an unimaginable loss for every sect in Qing Huan Heaven.
"Fellow brothers, massacre Black Wind Stockade. Leave no one alive..."
Following the shout of a top-tier powerhouse from one of the sects, more than a dozen Integration Stage powerhouses from the various sects all pounced toward Black Wind Stockade.
At that moment, Black Wind Stockade had long since descended into chaos, the scene resembling a pot of oil boiling over.
When the second Immortal Sect powerhouse's severed limb crashed into the stockade with a thunderous boom, the evil cultivators and bandit cultivators plunged completely into the abyss of despair.
They knew perfectly well that today, they were destined to die ten deaths without a chance of survival.
The evil cultivators and bandit cultivators inside the stockade began frantically attacking the Southern Cloud Immortal Palace disciples within, as well as the flying vessels above the stockade.
Since there was no way out alive anyway, killing one would make the death worthwhile, and killing two would mean gaining one.
They howled as the bloody, fishy-sweet aura and the radiance of their magical treasures soared into the sky, instantly dragging hundreds of Southern Cloud Immortal Palace disciples into a vortex brimming with the aura of death. The sounds of slaughter and screams rang out without end.
Su Fan stood alone amid the broken walls and ruined buildings, his black robes snapping loudly in the gale.
He looked up at the densely packed flying vessels in the sky, swarming like locusts, while the glowing spirit-light runes around