Luojia Zhenren cast a distant glance at those stone gargoyles; her expressionless face remained calm as she formed a spell with both hands, and in an instant, a halo like a blazing sun appeared behind her.
She lightly waved her jade hand.
A layer shed off from the halo, turning into a jagged light wheel that swept horizontally through the air.
"Shiii—"
With a sound like flesh being torn apart, Ji Yuan watched with his eyes wide open as two Mid-stage Core Formation cultivators of the Black and White Divine Hall, who were relatively close to her, were cut down on the spot.
And that light wheel still did not stop, continuing forward, until it reached the Peak of Core Formation stone gargoyle, where it was slapped to pieces with a single palm.
The turn of events came too fast.
Ji Yuan swept his Divine Sense around and found that most of the Black and White Divine Hall cultivators along his ancient path had already begun fleeing for their lives.
