After leaving Guangling, Ye Qiu led his two disciples straight to the Immortal Mountain. It took a lot of time because there were many things to do previously. He didn't know if the battle at the Immortal Mountain was over yet. If it was, he could go over and clean up the mess. If it wasn't over, he would completely crush it.
At this moment, in the Holy Land of the Immortal Mountain.
There was a sea of fire. Meng Tianzheng's anger that had been suppressed for many years erupted as he stood in front of the mountain gate and looked at the ancient orthodoxy.
"Kill, leave no one alive…"
With an order, hundreds of experts attacked at the same time and worked together to shatter the mountain-protecting array. Tens of thousands of disciples swarmed over and killed their way into the ancient Holy Land.
