Not to mention five Quasi-Saints—even a single Quasi-Saint could casually wipe them out.
"Is the Rogue Cultivator Alliance truly going to be utterly destroyed today?"
At that moment, an elder at the peak of Daluo Golden Immortal stood there with a face full of despair.
He was one of the most senior members of the Rogue Cultivator Alliance.
The Rogue Cultivator Alliance was the last shelter for rogue cultivators. These rogue cultivators had nowhere else to go and could not even join any other faction.
And the Rogue Cultivator Alliance was the only place willing to take them in.
That was why the Rogue Cultivator Alliance had been founded.
But now, this Rogue Cultivator Alliance was about to vanish completely from Heavenly March Prefecture.
"Heavenly March Prefecture is so vast, yet there is no place for us to call home."
"Sigh..."
One of the elders sighed, then slowly closed his eyes.
Such a vast Heavenly March Prefecture, yet there was no place for rogue cultivators like them to take shelter.
Sigh...
"The strong devour the weak, the strong devour the weak."
"An eternal, unchanging truth."
The only Quasi-Saint, an elderly man, clutched his chest and let out a sigh.
He was not despairing, nor did his expression change in the slightest.
It was as though he had long since seen through everything.
Looking at the five Quasi-Saints, looking at the cultivators filling the skies, he slowly closed his eyes.
He had accepted his fate...
"Good. You know what's best for you."
One of the five Quasi-Saints, a red-haired elder, gave a savage grin and raised his hand.
Terrifying power of laws gathered in his palm.
A dreadful aura reverberated around him, making the surrounding space tremble without end.
As he brought his palm down, terrifying power echoed between heaven and