Before his words had even fully faded, the light in his eyes went completely dark.
His pupils grew unfocused, his body stiffened, and he toppled straight backward, crashing into the scorched earth and kicking up a cloud of ash.
The tall demonic cultivator known as "Senior Brother Zhang" shrank his pupils and roared, "Who is it?!"
His voice trembled noticeably. It wasn't anger—it was fear.
Someone had approached them without a sound, almost completely unnoticed, and killed a Foundation Establishment Perfection demonic cultivator with a single sword strike...
Who... could this be?!
"Clang, clang—!"
A clear sword cry answered him.
It came from beneath the distant crimson sky, drawing closer in an instant, so fast it seemed to explode right beside their ears.
Then a three-colored sword light tore through the air, flying toward another White Lotus Sect demonic cultivator nearby at a speed almost impossible to follow with the naked eye!
That demonic cultivator's reaction was undeniably swift.
The instant the sword light appeared, he sensed the threat of death. As he retreated at full speed, his hands rapidly formed hand seals, and a defensive spell unfolded in an instant. A crimson skull-shaped shield surged from within him, enveloping his entire body. Ghostly green flames burned in the skull's eye sockets, radiating a bone-chilling aura.
"Boom—!"
The sword light struck.
A deafening explosion erupted above the Refresh Point. Three-colored ripples spread in every direction like waves, kicking up layer upon layer of scorched earth.
The demonic cultivator's scream rang out from the heart of the explosion. It lasted only a moment before cutting off abruptly.
The dust settled.
All that remained was a charred crater and a few fading arcs of electricity.
Not a trace of his body remained.
Senior Brother Zhang's face had gone as white as paper.