The moonlight in the sky looked even paler, and the air was filled with murderous intent.
Luo Yang and the young man from the Golden Crows looked at each other. They could see the shock in each other's eyes.
"How could it be? How could he be so strong?"
Luo Yang looked at the old man who stood proudly on the ground, and a look of disbelief flashed across his eyes.
Behind Luo Yang, corpses were strewn all over the ground, wailing in pain. Half of the powerhouses of the 2 clans who were not yet Rulers were either killed or injured by that step. Their blood surged like a red river.
Just one move was enough to make them feel despair. Du Xie had used his strength to tell those who were Venerable Ones that they would only be cannon fodders here.
The powerhouses from the Golden Crows were all Rulers. Their situation was slightly better, but they were still under tremendous pressure.
