In the heavens and earth, various beings of chaos surged one after another, rampaging in all directions. There was no longer any dim sword-light; all power that was not of chaos was devoured.
Was Pure Yang Sword Child devoured by the creatures in the chaos?
Everyone couldn't help but have this thought in their hearts.
Theoretically, this was to be expected.
The nine strongest Taoist disciples of the Perishing Immortal Realm, or those of a higher realm than him, coupled with the elite Taoist soldiers of a trillion Great Thousand Worlds, formed the strongest formation. With such might, even a seventh-step Harmonious Nirvana cultivator should die.
You should be dead!
How great would that be, if only you died alone, without dragging so many people to be buried with you!
Countless human and demon creatures cursed.
"Not dead!"
Immortal Butterfly suddenly said solemnly.
