Thousands of demon cultivators wailed incessantly in the purification light, their lives dissolving quickly like thin ice under the scorching sun. Only those who had broken through to the Immortal Realm could still resist by using divine powers, managing to hold on for a little longer.
But against the continuously, tumultuously flowing purification light, their resistance was futile, and they could hardly escape death in the end.
However, when the light encountered those few large pits, it could go no further.
From the pits emerged billowing black smoke, demonic qi soared to the heavens, effortlessly blocking Li Zhirui's attack.
"Quickly! Escape to the Blood Pool, beside the Corpse Pit, this cultivator cannot break the accompanying formation." Suddenly, a demon cultivator shouted.
