In this direction, more than seven hundred Myriad Demon Ridge Cultivators from the Core Region had gathered. In the sky and on the ground, numerous Formations and Spiritual Artifacts sealed everything up tight. Such a defensive line could not be called anything but solid.
Yet when the Vermilion Bird's figure swept past, that solid defensive line was like something pasted together from paper, easily torn open with a gap.
The Myriad Demon Ridge Cultivators dragging the Spirit Net toward the Vermilion Bird to cover it were the first to bear the brunt. Before they could even fully approach, their clothes and hair caught fire, and their protective Spiritual Power did not have the slightest effect.
Only then did they finally sense that disaster was about to fall upon their heads. They wanted to turn and flee, but it was already too late.
The Vermilion Bird's twin wings trembled slightly, its long, elegant figure crossing the barrier of space, and orange-red flames enveloped and swallowed them.
Screams rang out. One figure after another fell downward like raindrops, already dead on the spot before they had even fully hit the ground.
Even more Myriad Demon Ridge Cultivators were swept into the orange-red flames. Even powerful Spirit Stream Rankings cultivators were as fragile as ants before such a method.
Their dense formation had originally been meant to better deal with the Vast Sky Alliance side's charge, but at this moment, it became their greatest blunder.
The Vermilion Bird's figure swept through the place where the crowd was densest. Its scorching power plowed a death zone through the air and over the ground, then slammed headfirst into the Myriad Poison Forest.
Its might did not diminish. The poisonous miasma that pervaded the Myriad Poison Forest year-round was cleared into a hollow zone, and wherever