Under the night, a flash of sword light slashed the darkness in half!
Watching Xu Fan, who had thrown off the Blood Spirit Corpse far behind, Azanmu's head buzzed and throbbed, almost about to explode!
He truly couldn't fathom how Xu Fan's speed could reach such a bizarre realm!
He must know that this Blood Spirit Corpse was raised by sacrificing thousands of lives to create such a fierce entity!
He... he could actually easily leave it in the dust?
Could it be that this young man's cultivation level has already...
In his tangled mind, suddenly this question popped up.
Before Azanmu could ascertain the answer, a sudden scream nearby pulled his thoughts back.
He glanced dully to the side and, upon seeing the swirling blood mist under the night, grew increasingly uneasy!
Under the sword light, Xu Fan was harvesting the gathered members of the Heavenly Witch Sect like mere grass!
