The Consequences of Robbing Wealth and Beauty (3)

Xu Qing ignored everything and created a storm as he approached with a deafening roar. He raised his right hand, disregarding any attempts to dodge or defend. Amidst the shattered spells and crumbling magic artifacts, his hand reached for the one-eyed cultivator's neck.

The one-eyed cultivator roared and his seven third-tribulation nascent souls in his body erupted. He suddenly teleported backward, wanting to leave Xu Qing's side.

However, at this moment, a large number of heavenly devil bodies suddenly appeared from the void in all directions, forming a vortex that distorted the void here, interrupting the one-eyed cultivator's teleportation and slowing him down.

This slight delay was the difference between life and death.

In the blink of an eye, Xu Qing's right hand grabbed the one-eyed cultivator's neck. He didn't stop at all and pressed fiercely against the ground.

A rumbling sound echoed as the mountain rocks shattered, forming a huge pit.