At that moment, the vast area stretching a thousand kilometers around Su Fan had been completely enveloped by the Evil Spirit Domain.
Within the domain, the Mo Race Cultivators, who had already been slaughtering one another, were all being corrupted to varying degrees by Evil Spirit Origin Qi, and had grown even more frenzied.
More and more Mo Race Cultivators' Demonic Bodies began to twist and mutate, gradually transforming into hideous, evil aberrations before turning around and savagely biting at their own kind.
In the blink of an eye, this territory of the Mo Race had utterly descended into a purgatory where Malicious Thoughts bred and decay ran rampant.
Even though some ninth-order Mo Race Cultivators had yet to be tainted by Evil Spirit Qi and were fighting with all their might to slay those completely mutated monsters of their own kind,
they ultimately could not withstand the enemy's overwhelming numbers. Moreover, those aberrations feared neither pain nor death and were extremely difficult to eradicate.
All they could do was watch helplessly as they were surrounded layer upon layer and plunged into a desperate situation.
Su Fan stood with his hands behind his back, indifferently looking down at the Mo Race Cultivators struggling to survive within the Evil Spirit Domain. A cold curve tugged at the corner of his lips.
Then he spread his arms and abruptly lifted them upward.
"Rumble..."
As a dull boom resounded through heaven and earth, the entire Evil Spirit Domain instantly filled with a bloody wind. Evil mists churned across the sky, and every kind of aberration within the domain suddenly grew even more violent.
Those Mo Race Cultivators who had not yet been corrupted felt their vision go black. Their consciousness sank in an instant, and not another sound came from them.
And then