Boom~
Before Peng Yurong, Zhao Haiping, and Qian Gehui could react, Jiang Fan struck again with his staff.
This strike felt like the shattering of heaven and earth, enough to tear apart the void, vast and unparalleled.
It was as if a pillar supporting the heavens had fallen.
With just one blow, these three Void Refining cultivators from the Thousand Illusion Sect were killed instantly.
Their entire bodies turned into a mist of blood.
Subtle cracks appeared in the surrounding void.
Before dying, they felt a deep sense of unwillingness, because they were the elite from the Thousand Illusion Sect, but had come to a backward world, dying here so easily.
But no matter how unwilling they were, it was of no avail.
"Hm?!"
The moment the three Void Refining cultivators died, Jiang Fan immediately noticed black dots of light emerging from their bodies, like a festering disease.
