The straining formation fell into a massacre, like a field of wheat swaying in the wind, toppling over in a large area. Escape was impossible, and Zhao Yuantong had already tried to flee, but the grand formation surrounding them thwarted any such attempts, otherwise, he would have already run for his life.
Among those who moved were Jiang He and Yang Huatian, along with their disciples, who had now fully entered the slaughter, laughing wildly and unrestrainedly.
Despair!
All the disciples of the Three Extremes Sect were already in despair.
The scene at this moment was identical to when they used to bully the weak. The saying goes that the Heavenly Dao is good at reincarnation; the heavens spare no one. Today, the Three Extremes Sect would be completely wiped out!
In the void, Jiang He stood with one hand behind his back, with an indifferent expression, while the Exterminating Immortal Sword hovered in front of him, and the hand behind him trembled slightly despite himself.
