In his injured state, Azure Peak Immortal's desire for power had reached its zenith.
"You!"
In an instant, without giving any of the other factions' Immortals a chance to speak, Azure Peak's eyes turned icy, and he struck!
With a sweep of his hand, black winds roared from his domain, sweeping toward the various factions. These winds carried a sinister, destructive aura, eerily similar to the power of the calamity energy.
The White Dragon Immortal Sect was the first to bear the brunt of the attack. In panic, they quickly formed a sword formation, summoning white heavenly light to counter the oncoming force. But how could their power compare to that of an Earth Immortal?
The moment the two forces clashed, the sword formation was obliterated like brittle wood in a storm. The black wind surged forward without resistance, crashing down upon the three-headed white dragon.
"Roar—!"
