Barbarian Ancestral Court, Holy Mountain.
"Die!" Mo He bellowed as his saber flashed.
A waterfall made entirely of Saber Qi appeared in midair.
"Ahh!" A Nascent Soul cultivator could not flee in time and split into two. Even the Nascent Soul did not escape.
"Ha…" Mo He gasped as he looked around.
Even this mighty blow could not stop the wolf-like gazes from the surrounding cultivators.
"I can't… believe this…" He smiled bitterly. Even if he had expected that the Holy Mountain would suffer defeat, he could not have imagined that they would lose so quickly and so badly!
"At first, I thought that the defensive arrays, five Immortals, and tens of thousands of soldiers would be able to hold on for several months and even inflict substantial damage on the cultivator forces. But the cultivators unexpectedly set up the 'Ten Deadly Heavenly Gates Array' around the Holy Mountain!"
