Liu Luoxin's eyes flashed with a cold gleam.
Lu Li stood quietly beside the crowd, a fleeting murderous intent in his eyes.
However, the Soul Sorrow Venerable across from him appeared nonchalant.
A group of Demon Cultivators also looked on with gloating expressions, their gaze sweeping over the righteous Cultivators with an air of superiority.
"Hehe..."
On the stage, the man in black wore a mocking expression.
Such situations had often occurred in previous battles.
The strategy was simple: exploit the moment the opponent concedes to deliver the final blow instantly.
He had played a small trick, concealing a secret technique on his chest before the battle. Now, as the secret technique and Divine Skills were suddenly unleashed with full force, it all depended on the opponent's luck to withstand it.
After this strike, the mana inside him had almost completely depleted.
"Boom, boom, boom..."