A thousand-zhang distance was crossed in an instant.
"Boom!" "Boom!"...
A dozen escape lights hovered in the air, with many Golden Core Cultivators faintly forming a surrounding stance, gripping their magical treasures, readying divine techniques, and glaring at everyone with a fierce look.
The parties were fighting to the death not long ago, but now with a common goal, they immediately converged.
"Nether Abyss!"
The elder with red eyebrows and clad in a dark red robe stepped forward from the crowd, speaking coldly:
"Hand over the Mitian Sand!"
"Otherwise, don't even think about leaving this place alive today!"
"Arrogant!"
The Nether Abyss Ancestor, extremely enraged, sneered:
"Yin Flame, with just you? Dare to make such bold claims?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he took a step in the void, his magical power aura surging, unleashing a formidable spiritual pressure.
"Boom..."
