C817 The heavens destroy me

The night was cold, the cold wind blowing, but in the eastern suburbs of Lingxiao City City, a great battle was taking place. Broken limbs covered the ground, blood flowed like rivers, and miserable screams of death could be heard incessantly.

In mid-air, resplendent light of spiritual qi bloomed. The sound of their collisions was like muffled thunder, striking people's hearts