Tens of thousands of Loose Cultivators fought fiercely, with bursts of explosions causing the sky to alternately turn red, purple, and black... The entire sky seemed like a giant furnace. On Qingxu Mountain, corpses lay everywhere and fresh blood slowly flowed, forming small streams that were instantly scorched black by some intense energies.
"Haha, exhilarating, exhilarating!"
Around Wu Kongxue, within a few hundred meters, was a dense and horrifying blood cloud. Wherever this massive blood cloud drifted, those Loose Cultivators desperately dodged it. No matter whether they were Independent Immortals or their own Independent Demons, they all kept far away from it.
However, Wu Kongxue was too fast. How could those Independent Immortals escape as they wished?
