The moonlight was like a silver thread, pouring down and illuminating the grand hall of the Zizai Sect with a chilling and murderous aura.
Before Jiao Yu'Er finished speaking, several Pulse Condensation Realm monstrous beings had already taken action simultaneously.
The majestic pressure swept in like raging waves, causing the green stone floor to crack inch by inch, sending shards flying.
Mr. Chen's eyes were wide with rage, his whole body trembling violently.
In his heart, he resolved to fight to the death, even if it meant mutual destruction, he wanted to make these monsters pay the price.
However, under the huge disparity in strength, such struggle was ultimately futile.
"The Zizai Sect is doomed." Mr. Chen sighed dejectedly, the chill reaching to his bones.
The four elders and numerous disciples looked ashen, despair washing over them like a tide.
At that moment, a sharp sound tore through the night!
The surging Evil Qi was momentarily halted.
