"Everyone, do not retreat. It is only one person. Could it really defy the heavens? It is merely flaunting its courage for the moment."
Someone shouted. A group of people, their eyes blazing, attacked again, bringing out all manner of precious artifacts.
"Everyone, do not delay. Lend the senior of the Immortal Palace a hand and kill this Willow Tree!" said the master of the Demon Dragon Dao Sect.
Boom!
Countless willow branches shot upward, all turning silver-white and crackling with lightning, as though Thunder Descends. Leaves whirled through the air like one Heavenly Phoenix after another in flight.
Faintly, ancient sacrificial chants drifted through the air, as if the prayers and calls of the first people could be heard.
Pfft!
Yet the Ancient Ancestor of the Immortal Palace coughed up blood. His arm spasmed as he suffered greatly in that fierce clash.
"You have grown old," the Willow Deity said. With a boom, it struck down from above with a palm, jolting the Ancient Ancestor of the Immortal Palace until his mouth filled with the salty taste of blood. He wailed and coughed blood without stop.
Bang!
Next, the battle armor of the old leader of the Immortal Palace shattered. His hair was disheveled as he was sent flying sideways by the blow.
This battle had come to an end. Everyone knew that the two experts wielding the Bronze Immortal Palace and the Great Bell had been defeated, which meant the others would gain no advantage either.
"Roar..."
Suddenly, an eight-clawed divine dragon stretching ten thousand zhang soared into the sky and swept toward a sect leader opposite it.
Pfft...
That sect leader was sent flying at once, then Shi Yongheng severed his primordial spirit, killing him completely. Shi Yongheng collected the corpse. A sect leader-level corpse was tremendously