The Iron Fist Sect wasted no time and swiftly withdrew.
"Hmph!"
Du Tianfeng also spotted the Iron Fist Sect and immediately guessed their intentions.
If the timing had not been wrong, he would never have let the Iron Fist Sect off.
"Ah!"
"Pfft!"
"Urgh!"
"..."
Within the valley, five hundred Battle Soldiers continued to fall, and wails of agony filled the air.
"Bang!"
Li Xuancang and Fang Tianhan exchanged a head-on blow. Unable to withstand Li Xuancang's terrifying fist force, Fang Tianhan's body staggered back uncontrollably.
With a sway of his body, Li Xuancang neutralized Fang Tianhan's attack.
His icy gaze turned toward an Evil Cultivator in the Blood Condensation Realm. His figure vanished from where he stood, and after several leaps, he had reached the Evil Cultivator.
As Li Xuancang arrived before him, the Evil Cultivator was terrified out of his wits and hastily raised a defense.
"No..."
Before absolute strength, all resistance was futile.
The Evil Cultivator did not have the slightest ability to fight back. Li Xuancang blew his head apart with a single punch.
"Pfft!"
Blood and brain matter splattered everywhere, sending chills through the surrounding Evil Cultivators.
"Damn it! Damn it!"
With another of his men slain by Li Xuancang, Fang Tianhan was beside himself with rage, though a nearly imperceptible trace of fear flickered in his eyes.
By this point in the battle, both sides had already gone all out.
Even with Li Xuancang's astonishing endurance, he was no longer at his peak.
Yet the Evil Cultivators were no better off. Of the more than ten Blood Condensation Realm cultivators, only nine remained.
If they fought to the bitter end, even if they managed to kill Li Xuancang, few of them would survive. Fang Tianhan himself was not confident he could make it out