Chương 1585: One thousand five hundred and eighty-five hundred and eighty-five hundred thousand dead bodies, and ten thousand miles of blood

“Bastard, die! My sect will definitely behead you!”

Screams of pain rang out from the surroundings. Even the elders of the sect, who were at level six of the Seethrough void stage, could not withstand a single strike from the Abyss Demonic Dragon.

The Violent Demonic Dragon, the terrifying demonic flames, and even the violent power of darkness swept past, causing the deaths of many disciples of the sect.

When the supreme elder of the sect saw Wang Xian’s murderous look, he was furious.

A green wind radiance enveloped his entire body.

“Dharma Idol, Storm Blade!”

At this moment, the supreme elder of the sect did not dare to restrain himself. He unleashed all the power in his body.

A terrifying storm formed around him. At the center of the storm, the wind blade was spinning.

“Boom! Boom! Boom!”