"What a little Demon. The Infinite Demon Sect is truly blessed with good fortune, to always produce figures like this."
A flippant yet clear shout abruptly shattered the solemn, fading chill of the battlefield.
By now, the battle on Da Wu Mountain was decided. The Holy Sect had victory firmly in its grasp.
The surviving Zombie Alliance Cultivators were all injured, their True Qi depleted. They were already plotting their escape, with no will left to fight.
His ears twitched slightly. Qi Yun followed the sound with his gaze, his eyes reflecting the image of a man in green robes standing atop a towering tree, a Sword Box strapped to his back.
The man was strikingly handsome, with sharp brows and bright eyes. However, a long scar ran from the corner of his eye to the corner of his mouth, ruining his handsome face and adding an immense amount of ferocity and Evil Qi.
