C368

Hiss hiss!

Before the middle-aged man could throw the dead cultivator into the whirlpool, a bone-piercing cold light shot out from the whirlpool and blocked the path of these corpses.

A few consecutive sounds rang out, and these corpses were all torn to shreds by the cold light. Blood and flesh scattered all over the ground.

"This …" Seeing how strong the vortex was