The heads separated from the bodies, scattered across the sky, amidst the corpses Chen Liang could even see the head of a True Being still bearing an expression of horror.
"So, Immortals can die too!"
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High above, the Darkness-Light Sword, having slain over a hundred cultivators, returned to its sheath, Shen Yuan watched with a brooding expression the vast fields beyond Chaofeng County City.
The wilderness outside the County City had been cultivated into acre upon acre of Spiritual Farms, and in the mountains and forests, spirit farmers nurtured spirit materials, at a glance everything seemed so harmonious.
But as the master of Unimpeded Netherworld Divine Power, the Fengdu Emperor of the Primal Chaos Realm, Shen Yuan could immediately see the heavy aura of death lurking beneath the Spiritual Farms that stretched for dozens of miles outside the County City.
