In the night, towering mountains stood like giants reaching the heavens and connecting the earth.
No one knew that in a secluded Immortal Field halfway up one of these mountains, a fierce and bloody battle was unfolding.
Crimson blood splattered across the face of the White Qilin, obscuring his vision. As he shattered the blood mist, he saw the powerful, middle-aged Great Grandmaster being split in half with a single stroke!
The scene was extremely bloody, with a wound that extended from the forehead downwards, the cut smooth. Initially, even the hot blood was solidified by the dazzling blade light, not bursting forth.
It was only when the two halves of the body heavily fell into the medicine field that the luminous Spirit Blood mixed with intense Runes, spewing out like magma, melting the rocks and eroding the surface into a thousand wounds.
