On a blood-red Mountain, a huge battle was happening. There were a total of twenty-five people fighting on both sides. One side had twenty people, while the other had five people. The side with twenty people all wore black cultivator clothes, and the weapons in their hands were also standard ghost head blades.
The people fighting with them were all wearing monk robes and holding heavy weapons in their hands. However, four of the five people were already injured. If the five of them did not know a set of joint attack techniques, they would have been killed long ago.
&Quot; hahaha, cloud refinement Hall, you won't be able to escape. None of you will be able to escape. This is the price that your unallowing sect will have to pay. &Quot; A young man who looked very thin and held a very thin, long, and thin ghost head blade in his hand stood outside the circle and laughed loudly as he looked at the five cultivators of the unyielding sect who were surrounded in the middle.
