By now, corpses already carpeted the ground, and blood flowed into rivers. One Golden Core Realm cultivator after another continued to fall, screaming in agony!
Once a melee erupted, even Golden Core Realm cultivators were relatively difficult to kill. But the moment one was seriously injured or revealed the slightest opening, someone would immediately seize the gap and strike.
There was no such thing as sneak attacks or encirclement, much less any need for a fair duel. The sole purpose was to slaughter the enemy as quickly as possible...
Tens of thousands of zhang above the ground, a great banner stood upright in the air behind Gu Jiuqi, snapping loudly in the wind.
As it swept with the wind, it struck with a bang, blocking a gigantic three-clawed talon that had reached out from a rift in space behind him.
Then the great banner shook, and an azure ripple spread outward from Gu Jiuqi, engulfing the surroundings. That three-clawed talon turned into specks of black light!
"Great Master, your so-called three hundred breaths are nothing but a joke. Two Nascent Soul cultivators have died so quickly. This time, I will make you vanish from the Desolate Moon Continent for good!"
Gu Jiuqi's aged voice rang beside Great Master's ear, and a faint smile appeared on his face.
Great Master, on the other hand, was the complete opposite. His face was so gloomy that water seemed ready to drip from it.
The two of them had constantly been watching the battle below. What was the purpose of this operation? To kill as many of the other side's mid- and high-level cultivators as possible.
Yet in less than a hundred breaths, not only had none of Gu Jiuqi's Nascent Soul cultivators died, Great Master's side had instead suffered grievous losses.
Given the