"Every cause has its effect. Since you all want me dead, then today you'll all disappear!"
Li Yi swept his gaze indifferently over the remaining Purple Scale Clan cultivators. Killing intent rose in his heart once more. The long sword in his hand shuddered, and the Mythical Power he had just comprehended burst forth. A sword beam, like a dreamy horizon, stretched into the distance.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
Facing Li Yi after his cultivation had surged, the Purple Scale Clan cultivators were utterly helpless. One after another, they exploded into clouds of blood beneath the cutting sword beams.
Taking a closer look, half of the remaining Purple Scale Clan army had perished beneath that single strike. Those who had managed to survive were all gravely wounded.
"He won't let us live! We'll fight him to the death!"
On the brink of life and death, the Blood Qi of these gravely wounded Purple Scale Clan cultivators was fully roused. They began burning their Magic Power, and even their souls, unleashing all kinds of forbidden techniques of tremendous power against Li Yi.
Li Yi paid them no mind. Things were different now. After initially comprehending Mythical Power, he could no longer tell what his exact realm was, but his combat strength had undoubtedly surpassed that of an Imperial Venerable. A combined attack from a few Quasi-Saints and Primordial Realm cultivators was nothing to worry about.
He formed a Hand Seal with his fingers, and the Green Lotus Ancient Sword instantly flew tens of thousands of feet into the sky. Then it suddenly burst into tens of millions of Swords of Mythology. Their immense power swirling around them, they all transformed into brilliant streams of starlight and shot toward the Purple Scale Clan's ranks.
After the sword beams shot out, Li Yi