"Ah!"
"Ah!"
"Ah!"
"Ah!"
Screams of agony, despair, and unwillingness to accept fate resounded through the night sky, one after another.
At this moment, Shi Feng was like a Grim Reaper in the darkness, with his Sword Finger directing where the dark Death Scythe would appear to reap the lives above the strong.
Streams of blood surged toward Shi Feng, and shriveled corpses, cleaved in two, fell toward the Tianlan Imperial City.
The powerful from the Kuntian Sect and the Sun and Moon Divine Sect had now dwindled to just seven survivors apart from Kun Tianyu, Ri Chengxuan, and Yuel Xihan: two other men and two women, twenty-five peerless warriors from the Eastern Domain in total.
Now, these seven halted their bombardment to block the mysterious and invisible Power of Death. Led by Kun Tianyu, Ri Chengxuan, and Yuel Xihan, they flew towards Shi Feng and stopped close to him.
