Struggling Against the Heavenly Dao

Almost fighting and killing their way through, Xia Wuyou and the others immediately converged, the group cutting straight down from midair.

When they looked back again, seven out of ten of the Central Continent cultivators had already fallen.

With less than thirty percent remaining, nearly seven hundred cultivators had died, their lives flashing by like flowers that bloomed and faded in a single night.

"Go on ahead!"

Hanyu shook his head and looked at the people who remained. This place had never been somewhere they should have come.

To the cultivators above them, those in the Peeping God Realm were no more than ants.

No matter how many there were, they were still only a pile of ants.

What pained him most was that these ants in the eyes of others were precisely the ones who had saved him.

And all these deaths and injuries had occurred in the process of saving him.

Xia Wuyou and the others nodded with grim faces. In this short while, they had already been drained badly. Staying any longer would serve no purpose.

There were fewer than three hundred disciples left behind them, each one in a wretched state. Without their mechanical treasures, staying behind would amount to nothing but throwing their lives away.

Boom!

Another thunderclap rang out, and the vast sky seemed to quake.

A feeling of extreme terror rose simultaneously in the hearts of every cultivator.

The various battles raging above the Western Territory stopped in unison, everyone looking up at the sky.

The millstone had now completely merged with the phantom image.

The two ground against each other, producing a tremendous rumble.

In the next moment, the ten-zhang millstone gradually blurred, its scarlet power turning into glimmering light that surged into the enormous phantom image.

In an instant, heaven and