Such a frenzied and utterly intense scene shocked all who witnessed it.
How could there be a Spirit Infant Realm Cultivator in this world who was unafraid of the blood from the Poison Devouring Sect's Poison Infant Treasures?
He strode forward, bathed in poisonous blood, laughing maniacally like a divine demon.
Wounds opened across his body, his flesh sloughing off to reveal the stark white bone beneath.
Yet he neither retreated nor showed fear. Instead, he attacked with even greater ferocity.
He pushed his Shadow Step to its absolute limit, the Ancient Medicine Cauldron on his back, Sinking Mountain in his hand, and the Poison-Devouring Pearl in his mouth.
His figure darted between heaven and earth, his blade capable of sweeping away countless enemies with a single strike.
Kill! Kill! Kill!
For the sake of the justice and principles held in his heart.
Kill! Kill! Kill!
To make every beast in this world bow its head in submission.
