The Old Man Doesn't Care About Face?

Su Fan swung the greatsword, over thirty zhang long, and brushed past several Mo Race Cultivators.

In the blink of an eye, Black Radiance's right arm was brutally severed, while the other few Mo Race Cultivators met even worse fates.

Two were cut in half at the waist, three had their entire thighs severed at the roots, and the last had half of his Demonic Body cleaved apart.

Black Radiance stared blankly at his severed right arm, his mind failing to recover for quite some time.

Impossible. Absolutely impossible.

Chimu had clearly withstood the opponent's sword strike just now. Though he had suffered serious injuries, they would not affect the battle to come.

Why was his physical body far tougher than Chimu's, yet his right arm had still been severed by a single sword strike?

Unfortunately, Su Fan would give him no chance. He turned around, swung his greatsword, and charged back, his terrifying hundred-zhang Demonic Body roaring toward Black Radiance and the others.

"Pfft... pfft..."

In a flash, several Demon cultivators had been hacked into pieces by Su Fan, leaving severed limbs strewn across the ground.

Several black shadows burst from their bodies, but before those Yin Gods could escape, Su Fan captured them with an oil-lamp magic treasure.

Yin Gods of Deity Transformation Stage cultivators had no power to resist under this state of spell suppression and spirit-locking.

The Yin Gods of more than a thousand cultivators from various races trapped within the ninth-grade "Nine Yin Inverted Soul-Bewitching Bloodlight Great Formation" had nearly all been captured inside that oil-lamp magic treasure.

The backgrounds of these cultivators were far from ordinary, and the quality of their Yin Gods was exceptionally high. It would be a waste to hand them over to Yaksha.

Though Evil Buddha Wang De had only