"Mystical Artifact?"
Xin Yuan shouted in terror, and the next moment he was struck by the Mystic Sky Stick, his body exploding on the spot.
In just a blink, two of the three true disciples of the Xuanxiao Sect were killed, leaving only one disciple named Zhong Jiao, who turned pale and fled without hesitation.
"Trying to run?"
Long Zhao sneered, stepping forward with his long black hair billowing.
"Endless starry skies, a single finger to kill."
Long Zhao's voice echoed through the Eight Hundred Miles of Flame Mountain as he pointed the Mystic Sky Stick into the void.
Rumble!
The void was like a calm water surface disturbed by a stone, with ripples emanating from the point of the Mystic Sky Stick.
Everything in the path of the ripples was destroyed, pulverized, and turned into nothingness.
Crack!
In a rending sound that made one's teeth ache, Long Zhao's figure suddenly lunged forward, seemingly teleporting hundreds of feet.
Bang!
