The Thunder Control Sect disciple's good fortune had run out. At the very instant he stared dumbfounded at his battle merit, his opponent shook his hand, and a pitch-black earthen pillar smashed sideways toward his chest! The disciple came to his senses and hurriedly activated his magic treasure again. A slightly smaller ball of lightning formed and rushed to meet the earthen pillar. With a thunderous boom, it blasted the pillar into pieces. Yet amid the swirling dust and scattering chunks of earth, a thread-thin, utterly black sword light shot out from within the pillar and into the Thunder Control Sect disciple's front!
"Ah~" The Thunder Control Sect disciple had clearly exhausted too much magic power. A moment's lapse in his divine sense allowed the sword light to break through. The protective radiance around him flickered slightly before vanishing. As the sword light plunged into his heart, the disciple merely gave a muffled grunt before perishing!
Strings of blood blossoms splashed through the air, lives harvested like rice stalks beneath a sickle. Seeing this scene, Ruo Si looked at Gu Yu, who remained at her side, and asked in a deep voice, "Gu Yu, Chunfen... has already fallen. So many swordsmen have also fallen. You... still do not intend to make a move?"
Gu Yu's expression did not change. She shook her head slightly. "This junior will not act! In this junior's eyes... these lives are all innocent! They should never have fallen here. They should have soared proudly through the nine heavens, galloping freely between Heaven and Earth! Yet for this absurd Daoist cultivator war, their once-free lives... have no choice but to be shackled here!"
"Alas, perhaps... you are right!" Watching her subordinates fall one after another, Ruo Si too felt helpless. She only sighed. "Unfortunately, this Sword