Countless blades of sword will, each as thin as a strand of hair, weaved together throughout this space, forming an inescapable net.
---Secret Art, [Silver Star]!
A huge gust of wind appeared within this darkness.
The net of light spread in the wind, decimating everything within its reach.
Severed limbs, heads, torso, and innards scattered all over the sky.
The stiffly standing cultivators were being erased in troves.
However, the remaining cultivators remained still without any reactions.
They coldly stood there, staring at the flying sword in the sky with a strange expression.
"So it is you, the missing Devil King of Huang Quan!" they spoke in unison.
-------it was as if some entity was borrowing the mouths of these cultivators to talk to Gu Qing Shan.
A second later.
All the severed flesh and blood flew back into the sky, falling into the red gate as they were being silently sucked in.
