A heaven grade medicinal pill was something that was fatal to anyone.
It was enough to make any cultivator like a moth to a flame.
Right now, the cultivators of the various sects no longer cared about morality. They all drew their sabers and pointed their weapons at each other, ready to attack at any moment.
All of them were thinking of being able to fight for the heaven grade medicinal pill.
Of course, because the Tribulation clouds had not completely dispersed, and the heaven-grade pill had not been completely formed, they were still waiting.
The silence before death was the most depressing.
All the cultivators began to be on guard as waves of killing intent filled the air. Even the disciples of the South Pill Hall, who were not skilled in battle, were on high alert.
The appearance of the heaven-grade pill was undoubtedly the fuse of this battle. In the end, the power of the fist would decide who would be the alliance leader of the immortal Dao conference.
