Chương 1070: Another Ritual to Become a God (3)

The battlefield turned chaotic.

All of these unsealed nonhuman cultivators displayed astonishing prowess. Wherever the blue-haired nonhuman passed, a trail of water stains remained behind.

Each water stain entombed a cultivator of the Red Moon, but within the reflections, the buried Red Moon cultivators could be seen wailing in pain.

There was also the burly man from the Heavenly Ghost Race. His entire body rumbled with lightning and an area of lightning formed in the surroundings. As each descending lightning bolt, numerous arcs of lightning scattered, and each lightning arc transformed into a grim ghostly figure, controlled by him.

The more he killed, the more ferocious ghostly figures there were in his surroundings.

Among these unsealed cultivators, there was one whose methods were even stranger. He didn't resist any of the Red Moon cultivators' spells and attacks at all, allowing the enemy to kill him.