Fatty's dirty pig hand

It had to be said that Li Tian's sword intent was too powerful, and the country of swords was a great killing weapon that reaped the lives of the weak. Its power was no less than a volcanic eruption.

The Army of fiendish cultivators, which had been orderly and disciplined, suddenly turned into a tide of refugees. They fled in all directions in a panic, but most of them were caught up by the sword shadows.

Only the higher-ups of the original infant stage could stop them for a while. As for how long they could hold on, no one knew.

Of course, Li Tian wasn't going to wait for them to recover. His eyes were like lightning as he constantly searched for targets in the crowd, ready to strike at any time and catch all the big fish in one go.

"The great elder of the heavenly Devil Palace?" At that moment, Li Tian's eyes lit up. He had found a devil in the advanced stage of the original level.