THUD! THUD!
The hundred disciples of the Beiming Sword Sect were like stones sent flying, scattering across the Mountain Abyss. When they landed, every single one of them was covered in blood.
Many coughed up blood and fell unconscious, while some died on the spot.
AHHH!
Wails of agony rang out one after another.
WHOOSH!
In the Mist Mountain Abyss, the fog dissipated, and the terrifying aftershocks gradually subsided. However, the once-imposing Beiming Sword Array had already collapsed. All that remained were the wailing, wounded disciples. Seeing this, the prodigies from the Dongze Sect, Wind Watching Cliff, and Thousand Lakes Mountain were all stunned.
Originally, they had thought that after clashing with the Beiming Sword Sect, Ling Fei would surely be exhausted.
They had planned to seize the opportunity and deliver a thunderous blow.
By doing so, they could have heavily injured or even killed Ling Fei in one fell swoop.
