Li Yunjing snorted coldly, disdaining as he continued his attack, some Myriad Poison Sect disciples screamed miserably, falling in the poisonous miasma.
At the same time, the Myriad Poison Banner, under Li Yunjing's urging, released waves of suction, causing the surrounding miasma to come to a sudden halt, surging towards the Myriad Poison Banner like a tidal wave.
The initially dim and misty surroundings gradually became clear.
"Golden Core Realm Cultivators, so what? Haven't many already died by my hands?"
Li Yunjing sneered coldly, his gaze sharp like lightning, continuing to lock onto the position of the black-robed man.
He flashed in movement, his palm flickering, with a "boom," a Palm Thunder shot straight towards the black-robed man's chest.
At this moment, Li Yunjing's mana had greatly increased, already rivaling ordinary Golden Core Realm Cultivators.
An unremarkable Palm Thunder in Li Yunjing's hands could unleash enough power to kill a Golden Core Realm Cultivator.
