Barely the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea had passed since the battle on Ghost Mother Peak began.
For a Cultivator with a lifespan of centuries, this was but a flick of the finger, yet Meng Qianxun felt as if several years had passed.
The narrow passage of Ghost Mother Peak had become an Asura Field. In that brief span, nearly a hundred Foundation Establishment Cultivators and three Golden Core Cultivators had perished. One of Chen Xi's Puppets had been blown to bits, and his Sword-Patterned Silver Flood Dragon was also grievously wounded…
Meng Changtu, Xiao Chan, and even Zhao Yunchen were all injured.
And all this was merely the price to trap True Master Xuehai and his cohort inside Ghost Mother Peak.
