868 To Battle!

Bai Xiaochun knew that he couldn't chase Patriarch Dao River any further at the moment. Snorting coldly, he sent the nine projections of himself down to the battlefield below.

Wherever they went, they cut down their enemies with impunity. The Nascent Soul cultivators were especially targeted, and it only took a short time for roughly ten to be slaughtered.

That was the limit of Bai Xiaochun's frigid domain when in the great circle of the Nascent Soul stage. He could create multiple powerful projections, but they could only last for so long.

And yet, it had only taken a few short breaths of time for him to cut down more than a dozen Nascent Soul experts on the battlefield below, and also destroy Patriarch Dao River's fleshly body, leaving him fleeing in nascent divinity form.

Everyone felt as shaken as if they had been struck by numerous bolts of lightning.

"This is impossible!!"

"Patriarch, this... how... how could this be happening?!?!"