Clang!!!!
The entire Qingshuo County city emitted a bizarre, hysterical shriek that sounded like metallic demons.
Tu Biao, with his Qi Force and long whip, formed a ring of fire, spinning madly in the air, continually compressing...
He let out a miserable scream.
The long whip in his hand spun madly with the black arrow, causing Tu Biao's body to spin, his whole person resembling a top.
In an instant.
The sky opened wide.
A bird in mid-air uttered a mournful wail, as if its eyes were pierced by dazzling light.
Flapping wings flew high, a flurry of feathers floated down from the sky.
Behind Tu Biao, among the disciples of the Ghost Horse Sect, regardless of who they were, those not yet Innate experts, were all turned into minced meat by the swirling black arrow.
After a long time.
Everything returned to calm.
Chunks of flesh and remnants scattered everywhere, casually strewn across the ruins spanning hundreds of meters, at the top, someone half-kneeling.
