In the blink of an eye, five figures arrived before everyone.
Another icy-blue streak of light stopped in the distance and did not approach any closer.
"Spirit Hall Worship Hall offerings?!"
Faced with the Clear Sky Sect elder's question, Golden Crocodile did not answer directly. Only one cold word came from his mouth—"Kill!"
Upon receiving the order, everyone's Martial Souls and Soul Rings immediately filled the entire sky.
Only then did the Clear Sky Sect's ordinary disciples notice that something was wrong.
The clouds above the peaks became awash in shimmering colors. Beautiful yet laden with killing intent, icy-blue streaks of light fell like rain, landing atop the Clear Sky Sect's mountain in the blink of an eye.
Before they could even scream, those weak Clear Sky Sect disciples immediately lost their lives.
Though Guang Ling usually liked to act like a child, he was still an old monster who had lived for over a hundred years. How could he possibly show mercy to his enemies?
Tiny ice flowers bloomed, and hundreds of ice sculptures in various shapes stood atop the mountain.
"Seventh Soul Skill, Martial Soul Avatar!"
Two identical voices rang out as enormous Coiling Dragon Staffs appeared before everyone.
The next moment, the staffs came crashing down like Mount Tai bearing down from above.
Boom!
After a tremendous blast, dust filled the sky.
Once the dust settled, those lifelike ice sculptures had long since melted into the earth, dyeing the ground crimson.
"Seventh Soul Skill, Lion Avatar!"
"Roar!"
A lion's roar rang out. The Clear Sky Sect disciples hiding within the buildings immediately covered their ears, trying to use this to resist the enemy's attack.
Unfortunately, this could only provide them with a negligible sense of psychological comfort.
By the time the lion's roar subsided, more than half