Wind-Thunder Canyon had now become a slaughterhouse.
Dark red blood gathered into streams, winding down the canyon's rugged rock walls as a pungent stench rose into the sky.
In midair, the Sun God Weapon had broken apart, transforming into countless dazzling, deadly beams of light that stretched in every direction.
"Ssh! Ssh! Ssh!"
"Firefly" was being pushed to its limit. Thousands upon thousands of tiny golden threads of light darted wildly through the crowd, weaving together into a perfect loop of death.
Every flash of light was accompanied by the bloom of a vivid blood flower.
Everyone present was a Star Level elite, but before the Sun God Weapon's unstoppable edge, they were as fragile as paper. This was a one-sided massacre!
So what if there were over ten thousand Star Level fighters?
Rumble, rumble, rumble—!
The earth trembled as thick Star Vines, as massive as horned dragons, burst from the ground and blotted out the sky. The enormous tendrils lashed about like the scythe of the Death God, and every sweep turned hundreds or even thousands of fighters into a rain of bloody mist.
As long as the Star Vine remained and the Sun God Weapon's light did not fade, Lin Yuan alone was enough to sweep across the entire battlefield!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The scene was utter chaos. Severed limbs and scarlet blood flew through the air.
At that moment, Ninth Prince Brolin, who was surrounded by a group of elite guards, had been completely dumbstruck.
His once arrogant, overbearing face was now as pale as paper. His eyes were wide, and reflected in his pupils was the figure slaughtering his way through the ranks like a god or demon.
Impossible...
This couldn't be happening!
Those words echoed wildly through Brolin's mind. He was only Star Level! How