Ten Thousand Dragons Fight!
Qiu Baili stood still.
It was like a statue.
A powerful aura comparable to that of a Quasi-Sage kept overflowing from his body.
An invisible pressure enveloped the entire battlefield.
If someone suddenly appeared here…
They might be intimidated by his aura.
It was hard to imagine that this terrifying big shot had died on the spot.
Even Song Zhongxing and the others who had fought with him not long ago.
At this moment, it felt like a dream.
It was because they had just fought.
That was why they knew how powerful the other party was.
With more than 20 high-level cultivators forming a formation together.
He was almost completely destroyed by the other party.
Now, in the blink of an eye, he had died on the spot.
No matter how one looked at it, it felt unreal.
Everyone's gaze swept past the flying insect swarms around them.
Then, it landed on Qiu Baili's forehead.
The tiny needle mark that was fatal could not fool them at all.