Up ahead, Green Hill was a mess.
The ground several hundred kilometers around it was split apart and the mountains nearby had collapsed. Raging Sword Will and immortal strength still swirled in the air, and average Sufferance-elites would have a hard time escaping alive if they entered this place.
As Jiang He stood upon the ruins and looked at the numerous massive fox corpses lying on the ground, he could not help feeling a little emotion right then!
Just as he had imagined, plans would never catch up to change.
When he arrived, he was ready to go through a tough fight here at Green Hill.
How could he have imagined that thirteen Violet Sky Thunder Talismans were enough to strike down every Mahayana Fox of Green Hill?
Hmmm…
Actually, it was quite a tough fight.
The immortal daemon corpse had troubled Jiang He considerably, leaving bleeding from the mouth and his qi unsettled. His right shoulder, too, was…
"Eh?"
