The vast expanse of blood mist dispersed, and everyone's divine sense was entirely restricted. Zhang Xiaofan merged into the blood mist, and in no time, all signs of life disappeared from him. Li Qing and the others quickly cast spells to scatter the pervasive blood mist, but Zhang Xiaofan's figure was nowhere to be seen.
In truth, if the battle had continued, they were barely able to hold on—who had spared whom was truly difficult to say.
Those present involuntarily exchanged glances. How could Zhang Xiaofan be so formidable now?
A few of the uninjured leaders, after calming down the disciples, reconvened in Qingyun Hall. For a moment, the atmosphere was heavy: the Qingyun Sect Leader had perished, the sect's treasured Immortal Artifact, the God Slaying Spear, was lost, and of the other Six Vein peak masters, three were gravely injured—including one of the strongest, the Fatty Daoist.
