"The person here to kill you!"
Marshall Morgan couldn't be bothered to exchange words with the opponent and thrust his spear forward.
Wind and Fire Kill!
This person only had the cultivation of Martial Lord Third Realm and was unable to withstand Marshall Morgan's attack, getting killed in midair with a single stroke.
Immediately, Marshall Morgan swept his gaze, analyzing the battlefield.
The experts from the Solarian Empire mostly hailed from the Mystic Origin Sword Sect and Ghost Moon Blade Sect, and it was quite obvious they were at a disadvantage.
From higher up in the sky, there was a fierce roar, and powerful auras diffused downwards—these were the auras from Martial Lord Seventh Realm warriors.
Not far away, Autumn Adler dressed in a white dress exuded an extremely cold aura. With each movement of her hand, a bone-chilling cold filled the air, sealing everything in ice.
