Bang bang bang!
Aaargh!
"It's too hard!"
In the valley still shrouded with pink and blood-red mist, the sound of strikes and screams echoed intermittently.
A burly figure could be seen charging left and right in the crowd, waving an iron rod, scattering more than two hundred people like a tiger amongst sheep, forcing them to retreat step by step.
"This body cultivator is too fierce!"
"Elder Yue, what should we do?"
The people of the Joyful Union Sect were never good at magical combat, and being so close to a body cultivator, none was a match for Qin Gengyun even for a single round. More than a dozen had already fallen within a hundred breaths.
The remaining people retreated one by one, not daring to advance any further.
At the back stood Elder Yue, an old man with white whiskers, a rat-like face, and shifty eyes that constantly glanced over Jian Yue, Wei Wan, Su Xin, and others.
