The milles family's ancestral land instantly turned into a battlefield, and an extremely tragic battle was taking place.
If it wasn't for the restraint of the protective array, which limited the battle to a small area, even ten thousand miles wouldn't be enough for these cultivators to use.
The closer it was to this kind of cage-like environment, the more brutal the fighting would be.
Just as the spectators were in shock and did not know what was going on, the Magi who had charged into the ancestral land were even more flustered.
The crazy battle intent on his face gradually turned into fear, and there was also a trace of uncontrollable panic.
They were surprised to find that their target, who had been panicking, had changed his appearance in an instant.
He removed the disguise of panic and fear, and a hint of fanaticism appeared in his cold eyes. It was the joy of catching a prey.
From this moment on, they were no longer prey, but the opposite.
