As they say, dreams are beautiful, but reality is cruel.
The response of the demonic cultivators was not bad, but it was not nearly enough. Dalvin appeared right in the center of the group, who failed to even notice him, and began plucking their heads from their chests one by one, spine and all.
The bombardment that had been causing the area to flash with lights and power was immediately halted, leaving only Gong Fushen alive and trembling at the sight before him.
Heavens, eighteen cultivators, of which eight were Core Formation True Men, were killed as easily as a farmer butchering a pig! They didn't even have a chance to scream or beg before dying, their faces still locked in alertness and severity from the threat they perceived to be exemplary.
"Hm." Dalvin muttered thoughtfully, grasping the use of his new physical ability much better.
