Upon hearing Bai Xiaofan's words and seeing his eyes devoid of any emotion, the Sixth Soulkiller was slightly taken aback, then shook his head with a light smile!
"Your poison is getting more severe by the day!"
Bai Xiaofan remained silent, continuing to drink from his wine flask, saying nothing more!
This battle persisted for over a dozen hours, and experts on the Demon Beast Continent emerged one after another. Every time the Ancient Celestial Realm seemed on the brink of victory, a group of these experts would suddenly join the fight!
The next day, when the cultivators of the Ancient Celestial Realm cleaned up the battlefield, the ground was already piled high with corpses, blood flowing like rivers!
The pungent scent of blood, carried by the cold wind, spread for at least a hundred kilometers!
When Bai Xiaofan flew over, Hei Yi and Ah Li seemed somewhat better, but people like Leng Feier and Luo Yun had exhaustion written all over their faces!
