章 1542: One More Drink

The Black Water Sect was losing. They were like a thin layer of snow under the scorching sun. Within just a short time, they were already melting down!

Nearly six hundred of Divinity Origin Stage cultivators had rushed into the battle, and now these men were all dead!

There were less than thirty enemies who were still struggling, surrounded by all the cultivators of the Monarch's Hall. There was nothing they could do now.

The others were all dead bodies on the ground!

"How come it ends so fast?" Meng Youjiang was shocked.

[The Monarch's Hall… It is impossible to defeat the enemy so quickly!]