Cai Kunxu and Xiong Da watched helplessly as they themselves sank into the pitch-black flames, unable to do anything.
They knelt on both knees, hands raised high, and stably caught the longsword from Li Xiaobai's hand. At the same time, the spiritual power inside them burned at an extremely terrifying speed.
The surrounding cultivators, who were also being controlled and rushing in, had cultivation levels that could not resist this strong force. In the blink of an eye, they were incinerated to ash, without even having the time to let out a cry of agony.
Cai Kunxu's eyes were bloodshot, his expression on the verge of cracking.
The cultivators he brought were all easily burned to slag; in just a few breaths' time, only he and Xiong Da were left struggling desperately amidst the flames.
"Li Xiaobai, who in the world are you, what are your purposes, and why massacre cultivators at the frontier? Do you wish for the extermination of the human race's cultivators?"