"Kill!"
Hundreds of disciples of the Six Sects leaped down from the Flood Dragon-shaped Spirit Ark, charging toward the remaining cultivators in the Demonfall Pit like wolves descending on a flock of sheep.
Boom!
The two sides collided in an instant, erupting into an earth-shaking bloodbath.
Every disciple aboard the spirit boat possessed a deep, powerful aura, far beyond that of ordinary rogue cultivators and disciples of minor lineages. Moreover, most of the surviving cultivators were wounded, their magic power more than half depleted.
Thus, at the first clash, the rogue cultivators already showed signs of collapse. Dozens were slaughtered, severed limbs strewn everywhere, with enough blood to float an oar.
"Ah! Please stop, honored sect! I am a disciple of the Mo Lineage of Red Maple Valley! Our lineage has been on friendly terms with the Spirit Sword Sect for generations! Please... urgh..." A middle-aged cultivator shouted his identity at the top of his lungs, but a streak of azure sword light was all that awaited him.
It pierced the middle-aged cultivator's throat. Blood gushed like a fountain, choking off his unfinished plea.
There was no shortage of ruthless fighters among the rogue cultivators, either. Decades of licking blood off a blade's edge had made many of them more vicious and cunning than the disciples of the Six Sects. Over a dozen careless disciples of the Six Sects were killed.
"Roar!" "Roar!"
Beast roars shook the heavens as the two Foundation Establishment Realm Ruin Beasts joined the fray, plunging the battlefield into utter chaos.
"Not good!"
Suddenly, Xu Yan felt a chill down his back.
"Die!"
A streak of azure sword light struck at him from behind, its sharp sword qi sending a chill through his flesh.
Hum!
He drove the Black Tortoise Shield to its limit, blocking the