Boom!
Blazing flames filled the sky!
The surging flames, mixed with the piercing light of blades, enveloped the Jiuyang Immortal Sect.
In the void, agonizing screams and wails echoed.
To the Demon race watching, the figure in the Gold-Patterned Profound Robe seemed like a death god walking among mortals, wantonly slaughtering the lives of the Demons present.
With every swing of the blade, the roaring flames mixed with the light would sweep across, instantly reaping the lives of countless Demons!
At this moment, the protective Formation of the Jiuyang Immortal Sect became a shackle preventing the Demons from escaping.
Before the Formation halted,
Not running meant death, and running also spelled death.
A dense sense of despair instantly surged from the hearts of all Demons.
Meanwhile, on the other side,
The members of the Dragon Clan and the Phoenix Clan wore expressions full of shock and anger, seemingly unable to believe the scene unfolding before them.