In just a short moment, the picturesque island lay in ruins.
Meanwhile, screams echoed from time to time, with cultivators from both sides falling here.
After a small quarter of an hour of intense battle, the fight had reached a fever pitch.
Xu Hua leapt up, his spirit sword radiating brilliantly, and then a golden sword qi shot out, piercing through the chest of a Foundation Establishment Seventh Level cultivator.
The defeated cultivator fell to the ground unwillingly, blood gushing from the chest wound, creating a truly desolate scene.
Seeing the cultivator's death, Xu Hua sneered and picked a new target, then struck again.
At this moment, all the loose cultivators were in utter panic, except for a few who remained composed; the rest were ashen-faced, and some even started to beat a retreat.
