Perfect synergy.
The air was thick with tension, almost reaching a point where it felt solid enough to touch.
The mountain wind howled, whipping their robes, creating a sound akin to rustling leaves.
"Kill!"
Like a tide, the black-clad Demonic Cultivators surged frenziedly from the billowing Demonic Qi.
Their eyes burned with scarlet flames, devoid of any human emotions, filled only with desires for slaughter and destruction.
A variety of strange and malicious spells transformed into a sky full of black light, green fire, and blood-colored spears, which descended upon Wangyue Valley's Defensive Magic Array.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The deafening roar echoed incessantly.
The pale golden light screen enveloping the entire valley shook violently under the storm-like attack, creating ripples like it could shatter at any moment.
Behind the valley's fortifications, Qingyun Sect disciples wore grave expressions.
