The setting sun had just fallen, and the horizon was streaked with a line of vermilion blood, radiating endless killing intent amidst the transition of Yin and Yang.
Dozens of cultivators soared through the air, sweeping away the clouds and mists, stirring the great atmosphere, pressing down with a force as if to engulf the moon and swallow the sun.
But the cultivators at the forefront suddenly saw a blinding white light burst out over the sea, so dazzling it caused them to shut their eyes. In that fleeting moment of confusion, something resembling sharp Essence Qi flashed past. Before they even realized it, their heads were severed and tumbled from their necks down into the clouds.
