"This is..."
Far away at the southernmost edge of Yincao, Matchmaker, her face already stricken with terror, suddenly had her hairpin burst apart, her beautiful hair flying wildly.
Her body was involuntarily dragged forward, even her robes seeming about to be torn apart as she was pulled into the battle.
"Qingfeng's Liberation!"
Ba Zunan had no time to care about the rear of the battlefield.
With a shout, Divine Court Yincao was thrown into complete turmoil.
Whether it was the former Ghost Buddha Realm cultivators behind him, or the Fengdu generals before and around him, all of them were like rootless duckweed swept up by the wind, yanked into the air.
A fierce gale rose, abruptly tearing through space. Before it could even take shape, it swept up the scattered remnants of weapons, broken blades, chunks of flesh, and severed limbs that had yet to vanish.
Then, nine world-destroying tornadoes of astral wind shot up from the ground, howling as they crashed toward the Life-Claiming Judge.
"No!"
Wails erupted everywhere.
This time, the first to panic were the Ghost Buddha Realm cultivators.
Those tornado storms were like heavenly calamities. Just looking at them was enough to make one feel they could tear apart more than one city or one realm.
If they were dragged inside, how could they possibly survive?
They would likely die without even leaving corpses behind! Fortunately, Ba Zunan's sword was not aimed at the people behind him. This was merely the residual force of Heaven's Liberation.
Gou Wuyue stood where he was, his clothes splitting open with hissing tears.
Watching the Ancient Sword Cultivators and Spirit Refiners being uncontrollably dragged toward the world-destroying tornadoes, he frowned and raised one arm.
"Azure River Sword Realm."
The void cracked into countless spatial swords.
Myriad swords flowed with swishing