One Foreign Realm cultivator after another fell beneath the Immortal Dao assault, their bodies dissolving. None could resist.
The attack met not the slightest resistance. Whole swaths were wiped away.
From front to back, Heavenly God soldiers, Void Dao captains, Self Severing generals, Dunyi commanders...
Under such an attack, they were no different from Mortals. They fell like grass before a scythe.
Of course, the Foreign Realm had no realms called Heavenly God or Void Dao.
Those were merely the approximate equivalents within its cultivation system.
Gazing down at the battlefield of carnage, Meng Tianzheng and the other two remained unmoved. Their expressions did not change.
They had lived for countless years. This sight might shake them, but it would never make them feel regret.
Even Meng Tianzheng had no regrets.
For long stretches of the past, he had fought at the Border Wasteland Emperor Pass and seen more than enough life and death.
That did not mean he was indifferent to life or held no respect for it.
It meant he had seen too many people of the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands die on this battlefield, too many killed by Foreign Realm cultivators!
The younger talents he had favored, the Heavenly Prodigies who had competed with him as peers, the elders who had once guided him—he had seen them fall here, their blood spilling across the sky, their bones sinking into the earth.
He would never forget those scenes. Nor would he forget the rage and helplessness he had felt.
His heart would not soften.
If this deed brought soul-snatching ghosts and life-claiming kings of hell for him, he would face them!
As for the Heavenly Desolate Halberd, she was even less likely to feel anything else.
She was a weapon, one that had lived through the Immortal