"Boom!"
Blood scattered like the sparks of a firework. The shreds of flesh and limbs barely fell some distance away before they were torn to pieces by more spirit-prompting threads.
Countless spirit-prompting threads that were impossible to describe kept emerging in an endless and frenzied stream from Lu Sheng's body.
The blue-robed figures initially struggled to fight back with their war cries. However, eventually, their entire force perished.
The Ling Family's women crowded around the old woman and quickly went away.
The middle-aged man's expression was dark. He glared at Lu Sheng who was in midair. For a time, he was unsure how he should react.
In the skies above the courtyard, Lu Sheng resembled a huge octopus with a curled body which instantly sprang forth with all its tentacles.