In the Divine City under the night sky, on every road, some renowned Taoist sects, many outstanding disciples had arrived, fiercely contending for the divinity in the blue Fire Spring.
Before long, the bluestone-paved ground was stained with blood. This time, it wasn't just the Yin Spirits; even talented flesh-and-blood beings were either severely injured or killed.
Earlier, several forces had traveled together, all coming from the direction of Chixia City. Now, for the rich divinity of the Big Centipede, they were fighting fiercely.
Reality is bloody and brutal, even former acquaintances were wary of each other, and some had already turned against each other.
A pool of divinity isn't small, but it's far from enough to be distributed, the shouts of slaughter shook the skies here.
Not far away, a head was decapitated and rolled to Qin Ming's feet, he merely stepped aside, his face showing no waves.