"Pfft!"
Blood rained down, staining the dark red rocks of Immortal-Fallen Ridge.
The Divine Maiden of the Thunder Spirit Clan had not even managed to escape with her divine soul before the overwhelming bombardment of chaos divine thunder erased her from existence.
It had happened too quickly, too suddenly.
So quickly that the attacks from Ao Yuan and the others had yet to land.
"How is this possible?! One palm strike... just one palm strike..."
A Royal Clan prodigy's legs trembled, and his weapon clattered to the ground.
She was a Divine Maiden of an Imperial House!
With True God cultivation and a mighty treasure in hand, she had been swatted dead like a fly?
"Damn it! Don't let him scare you! Attack together!"
Ao Yuan was, after all, an heir of an Imperial Clan, ruthless by nature. He knew that retreating now would mean certain death.
"Demon Dragon Sky-Roaring Strike!"
Ao Yuan roared, his dragon scales standing on end. The Demon Dragon Spear in his hand transformed into a black dragon ten thousand zhang long, carrying demonic energy that could destroy everything as it thrust straight at Ye Tian's back.
At the same time, Corpse Demon Son moved.
"Ten Thousand Corpse Formation, let no living soul enter!"
He formed hand seals. Corpse soldiers covering the mountains and plains let out shrill howls, converging into a torrent of corpse energy that surged toward Ye Tian to drown and corrode him.
Starfall drew upon the stars overhead. Several enormous meteors trailing long tails of flame crashed down like a meteor shower.
Three supreme prodigies joined forces, supported by the encirclement of dozens of powerful cultivators.
An assault like this could instantly kill any ordinary True God!
Yet Ye Tian, standing at the heart of the storm, did not even turn his