Blood rain poured down.
A mournful wail echoed between Heaven and Earth.
It was the phenomenon of a Mahayana's fall.
The Qi Mechanism of the Dongyue Saint Monarch was fierce and stern.
He first slightly nodded towards the Spiritual Abyss Saint King not far away.
Then, his gaze once again looked toward several other Mahayana from the Divine Ruins in the distance.
Today, with his treasured sword unsheathed, he vowed to create havoc.
Rumble!
A road like a long river unfolded beneath his feet.
The silhouette of the Dongyue Saint Monarch flashed, and he once again confronted a Mahayana from the Divine Ruins.
"Ah!"
In almost no time, that Mahayana from the Divine Ruins was forcibly blasted apart by him.
Everyone present was horrified by it.
Even their own Mahayana felt quite unsettled.
All along, the Dongyue Peak Sacred Land had only the Dongyue Saint Master as the stationed Mahayana.
