While the powerhouses battled, the Old Antiques and Reincarnators seized the chance to gather the rare delicacies, precious medicines, and exotic herbs around them.
Then they swiftly retreated to avoid being caught up in the increasingly fierce battle.
Li Xuanzhen slashed with his sword, its peerless edge leaving a vast canyon in the ground.
Ba crossed its arms and desperately blocked the blow. Both arms were nearly severed, their bones shattered, but with a furious roar, even greater power surged from its body.
Five bloody holes had now been pressed into its chest. Its heart beat like rolling thunder as it stepped forward, its body like a blazing furnace, and rammed ahead. It crushed the phantom of the Tongtian Ancient Sword with overwhelming force. Li Xuanzhen raised his sword to block, only to be sent flying, coughing blood.
Perhaps Ba had gained something else in Wuzhuang Temple not long ago. Not only had its injuries healed, but its physical body was even more terrifying than it had been that day.
Seven stars aligned, and a blood moon hung in the sky. This ominous sight abruptly appeared overhead.
The middle-aged man named Po Jun wielded the Seven-Star Mace, sweeping it vertically and horizontally to unleash streams of destructive energy, thick as mountains and sharp as heavenly blades. His imposing might subdued the world, like an unparalleled god of war!
Shiqiu's face was filled with savagery, its entire body drenched in blood. An evil aura churned freely around it, corroding the sky and earth. Its repeated deaths had actually made it more terrifying. Originally unable to withstand even a single blow from Po Jun, it could now contend with him.
Zhao Gujin was the most terrifying. Standing amid the true light of martial arts, he threw punch after punch, erupting with unparalleled