After more than ten old monsters at the Integration Stage from the various sects of Qing Huan Heaven had been dealt with, no one in the stockade could threaten Su Fan anymore.
To prevent his identity from being exposed, Su Fan resolved to uproot the problem completely and silence everyone in the stockade.
The evil cultivators and bandits in Black Wind Stockade all had blood on their hands and were guilty of countless atrocities. Their deaths were no great loss.
As for the disciples of the sects from Qing Huan Heaven, no one knew how many innocent Rogue Cultivators they had slaughtered during this period.
Venerable Shu Hua had been even more arrogant, daring to publicly perform a soul-searching technique before everyone. Such conduct showed not the slightest trace of an immortal sect cultivator's bearing.
Even cultivators from demonic sects probably would not dare to act so recklessly.
Therefore, Su Fan felt not the slightest psychological burden about killing these people.
At this moment, the sect leaders of Qing Huan Heaven had already used a powerful formation to completely seal Black Wind Stockade.
They never imagined that this move was no different from weaving a cocoon around themselves. Now that everyone was trapped inside the Seal Formation, they could not escape even if they sprouted wings.
Floating in midair, Su Fan suddenly spread both arms wide and jerked them upward.
"Nine Nether Yellow Springs Rain..."
In an instant, a pale-blue aura burst from his body with a roar like a savage beast breaking free from its cage. It then transformed into a mass of surging vapor that shot straight toward the heavens.
The originally dim and chaotic domain, seemingly a land of the netherworld, was instantly shrouded in thick, heavy black clouds.
In the blink of an eye, those ink-black