'These cultivators of mediocre cultivation, with fragile bodies, are only fit to have their souls extracted for the sacrificial refining of the Six Yin Divine Demons!'
The Evil Monarch turned and waved his hand.
Twelve feathered Sky Demon Phantoms struck out, causing several Sword Immortals, who still wanted to avenge their comrades, to instantly have their protective Gang Qi broken, their faces blackened as they fell to the ground dead, becoming the ingredients for refining the 'Hundred Poison God Demon'.
'Having gathered so much material this time, I will surely be able to complete the sacrificial refining of that 'Divine Demon Palace' treasure. There shall be many benefits from my master.'
Seeing this scene, the Evil Monarch couldn't help feeling greatly pleased.
He stormed through them like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, killing at will in a place void of any opposition.
"Run!"
"Quick, burn the signal incense of our sect so that our seniors can take care of him!"
