The Fusang Saintess, who was fleeing in a puff of smoke, was left in a daze.
The formidable vermilion bird of the army formation fiercely pursued the green-clothed youth, hunting him across heaven and earth, leaving him in a sorry state and on the brink of death.
Yet at a certain moment, when the head of this green-clothed youth shattered, a grass blade of extreme sharpness suddenly pierced through the army formation vermilion bird, rendering its body stiff, causing it to let out a shrill cry.
With just this one strike, it pierced the skulls of ten Taoist disciples and annihilated the divine souls of tens of thousands of elite Taoist Soldiers!
"Impossible?"
"Is this a clone?!"
The Vermilion Bird Daoist roared, his voice full of disbelief.
Could a clone have possibly held back such a large army formation of Taoist disciples for so long?
This is impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
