With his Nascent Soul dispersed into Spirit Fog, the Hierarch of the Stealing Heaven Alliance had utterly perished, leaving no trace behind in the world.
Lu Li collected the opponent's Storage Bag and turned to fly towards the battlefield on the side.
He transformed into a streak of blue light navigating through the battlefield, each strike marking the fall of a Nascent Soul cultivator.
The battlefield was splattered with blood, surging with murderous energy like billowing smoke.
Countless screams of agony echoed through the void, filled with the desperate cries of the Stealing Heaven Alliance.
A group of Spirit Cloud Alliance experts nearby watched Lu Li with faces full of reverence.
Watching Lu Li slaying Nascent Soul experts as casually as eating and drinking was deeply unsettling.
With every person he killed, Lu Li would collect their Storage Bag, and before long, his waist was hung with bags.
As time passed, after the duration of a cup of tea.
