Ye Futian, dressed in all white, was holding a long spear. He stood in front of the divine mountain and surveyed the cultivators below.
A horrific aura permeated from him, and the divine light swept out. In front of Infinite Mountain, all the cultivators were trembling as they watched this graceful yet terrifying figure before them.
Buzz! As the spear hovered in the air. Above the firmament, infinite spear shadows appeared. They were boundless and massive, suppressing this space.
Below, all the cultivators had released their auras of the Great Path to the maximum.
"Kill!" An icy voice came from Ye Futian. In the instant the spear fell, countless shadows of the spear pierced through heaven and earth. They fell on the ground beneath. For a time, that powerful destruction sheared those ancient peaks to the ground. As all the structures collapsed and were pulverized, those cultivators perished in despair.