Chương 342: Once A Teacher, Always A Father 

Even then, Yao Qing, who was in the distant sky, did not look at him, the late-stage Void Refinement powerhouse who had yet to make a move. Instead, she cast her gaze on the entire battlefield.

At this time, there was a brutal battle going on the battlefield, where the cultivators were roaring and fighting hard. The battle actually seemed as tragic as a war between mortal kingdoms. 

Due to the vast number of cultivators from the human race and demon race, a war of such a scale would break out only if the cultivators of both races went all out to fight. If the cultivators were to die on the battlefield today, the human and demon races probably will not be able to restore their vitality within a thousand years. 

From time to time, there would be cultivators dying, some of which were from the Haoran Sword Clan.