Chapter 48: Origin Infant Realm Demonic Cultivators
— Meanwhile, at a rapidly changing location in the sky —
A version of Zar whose face could not be seen was recalling and sending out Shadow Beasts left and right. They were directed to spread out to various locations of the Sect, then they were to mercilessly slaughter anyone that wasn’t from the Blazing Sun Sect.
"Albion," Zar called out as he landed on the summit of a huge mountain that overlooked tens of thousands of miles of the Sect’s Territory. "Go. Hunt the strong ones. But leave the strongest ones for me."
"Yee...s, Mass...ter..."
FWIP!
Albion came and left like a blurry feathered demon. A streak that matched its color scheme could be seen zipping around at many times the speed of sound, slicing off heads wherever it went.
It eventually clashed with Body Integration Realm Demonic Powerhouses, and though its cultivation was a whole two major stages less, it mattered not. For in the face of its harrowing White Lotus Flame of death, all were reduced to ash.
Activating the White Lotus Divine Flame himself, its Low-Heaven Rank potency reflected within Zar’s emotionless blue pupils as he held it in the palm of his hand.
Quenching it, his eyes shot toward the extreme north. There, descending from the heavens above were fiendish cultivators that possessed auras too powerful to properly quantify.
It was unlike anything he had ever felt before...
*Ding!*