Unable to Work

Under the command of Shanggu Yan, the auras of these warriors fully ignited.

Countless golden lights surged across the sky, casting a brilliance so intense that even the heavens seemed to pale in comparison.

As he watched the massive formation formed by hundreds of cultivators, Gu Lan's expression finally shifted—though not out of fear, but rather, exasperation.

To him, these people were merely making a futile last stand.

"Today, you will die here!"

From within the formation, countless streaks of cold light descended, tearing through the air with a piercing shriek that echoed across the heavens.

Seeing the overwhelming force rushing toward him, Gu Lan's expression darkened. The Hongmeng Sword in his hand hummed with a resonant sword cry.

"Come then! Since you're so eager to die, don't blame me for showing no mercy!"

Blades of light rained down in torrents, yet not a single one managed to breach his defenses.