Crushing the Wizard Clan

Though Gu Lan knew these people weren't directly responsible, they were still deeply entangled in the matter.

His sword moved at an incredible speed, so fast that the Dao Venerables couldn't keep up. It was already a miracle that some managed to cling to life.

Standing a hundred feet away, Mo Xuan watched his clan's strongest warriors being overwhelmed again and again. His already ferocious face darkened further, emanating a sinister killing intent.

Despite his rage, Mo Xuan didn't dare step forward, let alone confront Gu Lan directly. He was well aware that he was no match for him. Even if he tried, he would be of little use.

Previously, he had thought their strength was similar. But as the battle dragged on, the gap between them became painfully clear.

At this moment, Gu Lan had lost himself in the slaughter, completely indifferent to the lives of these foes.