Among the Demon Race, only two places in the world were home to Dao Integration Stage cultivators.
One was Qingyao Mountain; the other was the Liulan Dynasty.
Was it Qingyao Mountain? Or the Liulan Dynasty?
As his thoughts raced, the Nine Souls Blade rang out as it left its sheath and landed in Pei Ling's hand. Without the slightest hesitation, he swung the blade through the air and brought it down!
Blood Saber Qi surged forth like a raging sea, tearing through the void in an instant as it roared toward its target!
In the blink of an eye, the saber qi struck the demon claw.
A colossal shockwave surged outward like a whale breaching in fury. The demon claw shattered at once, but the saber qi's momentum did not falter; it continued straight toward the Dao Integration Stage cultivator who had made the attack.
Clang!!!
A massive, dark tortoiseshell abruptly appeared in the void, as large as a mountain. Its intricate patterns seemed to swirl with an ineffable, profound meaning, and faint black qi rose from its surface. It abruptly blocked the saber qi.
After that first probing exchange, the five Demon Race Dao Integration Stage cultivators were all perplexed.
Why didn't Pei Ling look injured at all?
But they had already struck. Whether Pei Ling was injured or not, he had to die today!
With that thought, the Dao Integration Stage cultivator who had summoned the demon claw rasped, "Attack together!"
"Don't give him a chance to escape!"
As he spoke, he flicked his sleeve and moved all ten fingers, forming an ancient-looking Magic Seal.
In an instant, the entire void was packed with countless sharp claws of birds of prey, cold as frost blanketing the sky and fierce as ten thousand blades flying through the air. They