Fourteen thousand seven hundred li ahead of Wu Tao and Wen Xingrui, in the mountain forest below, there were six Nascent Soul cultivators.
These six Nascent Soul cultivators should all have come from the same sect. They wore identical sect Magic Robes.
At this moment, they were searching for something in the mountain forest, but in the next instant, the danger-foretelling intuition unique to Nascent Soul cultivators suddenly flared. The six Nascent Soul cultivators all looked up into the sky.
They saw eighteen streaks of flowing light and six flaming covers attacking them at extreme speed. The momentum of these eighteen streaks of flowing light and six flaming covers was terrifying.
The threat contained within them made them feel that if they were struck by these eighteen streaks of flowing light and six flaming covers, they would surely end up dead, their Dao extinguished.
"Everyone, flee at once."
This attack had come out of nowhere. They spread out their divine sense, and even when that Nascent Soul Perfection cultivator extended his twelve-thousand-li divine sense, he could not find who was attacking them.
The six Nascent Soul cultivators turned and immediately used their Nascent Soul Escape Techniques, but how could they possibly dodge Wu Tao's attack?
With fifteen thousand four hundred li of divine sense, coupled with the Magic Power of Nascent Soul Level 8, the attack speed was extremely swift. The eighteen streaks of flowing light split into six, and the six Crimson Flame Divine Fire Covers also split into six.
In an instant, they caught up to the six Nascent Soul cultivators. Six screams rang out in unison, and the six Nascent Soul cultivators were already dead, their Dao extinguished. Even their Nascent Soul bodies were refined into ash by the six Crimson Flame Divine Fire Covers.
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