The persistence of the panwu celestial sect!

At the same time, within the mountain Gate of the panwu celestial sect.

"Kill!!!"

A sharp killing intent swept through everything, accompanied by countless violent true essence fluctuations. People died at every moment.

The sounds of killing, the screams of despair, and the pungent smell of blood filled the air like locusts.

As the panwu celestial sect's only remaining perfected divine transformation realm elder, the Black Ice old man killed the many cultivators that surged forward with a sword in his hand. He then staggered back a few steps and spat out a mouthful of blood. His face was extremely pale.

"All disciples, protect the main hall and protect the dignity of the sect with our lives. I offer my blood to the Xuanyuan sect!"

The black-ice elder let out a long howl as he was worried about the remaining disciples of the panwu celestial sect.

"Yes!"