Qin Yu spat out a mouthful of blood and laughed manically.
The helpless feeling while the person closest to him was tortured in front of him almost drove him crazy.
"As you wish! Qin Yu, in the name of the ancestor of sorcery, I sentence you, your descendants, and everyone around you to be guilty. The sinners will bear the curse of the sorcerer tribe and their souls will be condemned, unable to reincarnate."
Ji Tianming's voice was as cold as ice.
A Supreme Elder of the Tribulation Third Level and an elder of the Tribulation Second Level.
The time and resources for a Supreme Elder to grow to this cultivation realm were unknown.
Even a great aristocratic family would feel heartache for this kind of loss.
Ji Tianming stepped forward, and the entire sky instantly changed color.
In an instant, everyone seemed to have heard the sound of the sea of the Path of Heaven surging. It was the crisp sound of the collision of the ways.