1211 Devilseal Tablet

"If we'd been just slightly unlucky earlier, we would've definitely ended up like them." Many Martial Emperor's disciples and followers stared at the bodies on the ground. All they could feel was a chill running down their spines as their skins crawled with goosebumps.

At that second, they considered themselves lucky that their lives were spared.

"What? Have you given up on resisting now?" Just like the Martial Emperor's disciples and followers, Zhou Yi, who had witnessed Duan Ling Tian retracting his Quasi-Royal Grade Spirit Sword, also thought that Duan Ling Tian had already forsaken his resistance.

For a moment, disdain crept upon the corner of his mouth and the gaze upon which he looked at Duan Ling Tian was full of contempt.