Instead, Zhang Xiaohao and his group of five sat near the boulder like mere spectators.
Whether it was among the nearly thousand loose cultivator elites or the three early-stage Wheel Palace Realm peak powers like Yunzhong Shangren, it seemed as if they all had an unspoken agreement not to provoke Zhang Xiaohao and his group.
Two hours later.
The fierce battle had dyed the summit of Tongtian Peak red, with blood pooled five feet deep.
The ground was littered with broken corpses and discarded weapons.
After two hours of slaughter, the number of loose cultivator martial artists dwindled from over a thousand to just over two hundred.
Among these two hundred or so, the weakest were late-stage Void Transformation Realm, while others were at the peak of Void Transformation Realm or half-step Palace Realm great powers, with a dozen early Wheel Palace Realm great powers.
As the battle raged on, everyone was driven with bloodlust.
