Slaying a False Treading Immortal!

Xu Qing held the Desolate Blood Spear. Its tip was unstained by blood, yet it seemed to contain endless killing power.

Every swing made the surrounding space tremble slightly and slew several aberrant creatures.

His figure was ghostly. With Formless Step unleashed, he moved like a dragon playing in water, weaving freely through the beast tide.

Wherever he passed, aberrant creatures fell one after another, leaving behind streaks of crimson afterimages.

"Red Gold Tiger Slayer Spear, Immortal Dragon Devours Tiger!"

Xu Qing shouted softly, and the Desolate Blood Spear suddenly erupted with dazzling golden light.

It transformed into a roaring golden Immortal Dragon and pounced at the newly formed monster with the force to tear through the air.

Golden light and black shadow collided fiercely in midair, erupting in a deafening boom.

The monster's enormous body was torn apart by the strike, turning into a rain of blood that scattered among the mountain forests.

A Town Immortal Realm aberrant creature had been instantly killed by Xu Qing.

He knew full well that every second was crucial.

He had to join up with the Red Flame Hall as quickly as possible and give them hope.

He also had to display his domineering strength.

As Xu Qing and the cultivators under his command charged forward with all their might,

the beast tide that had surged like ocean waves began to crack apart.

The two hundred cultivators were like sharp blades, slowly tearing open the black curtain.

Their eyes shone with unyielding resolve.

Every slash of a sword and every spell cast was born of their desire to survive and their determination to win.

Finally, when the last wave of the beast tide had been driven back,

Xu Qing's group arrived beneath the cliff.

Amid the devastation, the Red Flame Hall hung alone