"Have some decent ones finally shown up?"
Long Yan stood with a knife, his foot resting on a corpse, his icy gaze fell on the Five Elders.
For him, killing was inevitable. Killing a few of the stronger ones was always better than killing the disciples.
"Long Yan, you're damned!"
The Elder in Blue Clothes swept his gaze over the entire battlefield, his body trembling. In such a short amount of time, nearly a thousand disciples had died by Long Yan's hand. Among these disciples were some geniuses, a significant loss for Supreme Hall.
"That which is damned is you!"
As his words fell, Long Yan immediately lunged at the five of them.
"Attack!"
The Elder in Blue Clothes shouted coldly, then along with the Four Elders rushed towards Long Yan.
At this moment, those disciples of Supreme Hall became hopeful, thinking that there would be no problem if the Five Elders worked together to suppress and kill Long Yan.
However, in the next moment, everyone became dumbfounded.
