"No, this can't be possible!"
The old crone's head throbbed in pain as she widened her eyes.
She was unwilling to accept defeat, seemingly having an even more powerful trump card she hadn't used yet.
But in the end, all thoughts fell into silence, and her body slumped to the ground, lifeless.
Whoosh, whoosh!
Light blue Sword Qi darted and leapt amongst the disciples of Xuetu Hall.
Magical interference was useless, Magic Tools were useless; it didn't even need to pierce through—by slightly adjusting its angle, it could bypass Magic Tools and penetrate the shield, slaying with minimal consumption.
"No!"
"This is a foundation-building cultivator!"
In the span of a few breaths, seventeen or eighteen disciples of Xuetu Hall died in battle, their foreheads pierced, and the rate of death did not decrease. Wherever the Sword Qi landed, death was certain, regardless of the cultivation base.
"Escape!"
