"Bang bang bang..."
"Ah---!"
"Haha..."
"Ding ding ding ding..."
"Sss---!"
The muffled sounds, wails, laughter, and clashing of metals mixed together.
With their deep cultivation, their voices were particularly loud once they let out.
The sound could be heard several miles away.
Chu Zhiyuan's avatar looked down at the slaughter below, indifferent.
The Demon Clan and Demon Clan were also mortal enemies, not united despite their shared goal of killing him and Li Miaotan.
Whenever they encountered each other, they would aim to destroy one another.
However, among these two groups, there were some calm ones, making it hard to result in mutual destruction.
He observed two Divine Descent Cultivators standing idle, glaring coldly from the outside.
The Demon Clan also had two who did not engage.
One middle-aged man in a purple robe stood with hands behind his back, his face like white jade, and eyes black as ink, almost void of whites.
