A chaotic battle had broken out upon Taixuan Mountain. A group of Saint-level cultivators had begun fighting wildly.
The cultivators of the Divine Capital of Xiling had overwhelming attack power, and there was a sense of excitement about them. It seemed that they would not show any mercy.
At that moment, at a certain place among all the chaos, a cultivator from the Divine Capital of Xiling stepped through the air. Demonic power rolled and broiled around him. An airflow of death surrounded him, and a demonic image floated behind him, which was frightening to behold.
He struck out with his fist. His opponent brought his hands together to block him, but fist will pierced through his guard. A terrible dark airflow penetrated him. In a flash, countless dark airflows appeared upon the cultivator from Taixuan Mountain. Death will was infecting his body.
