The dark figure swept her hand, and countless people flew through the air like broken dolls!
Those who had planned to fight back suddenly lost their nerve and began running for their lives!
I watched the figure closely, my expression growing stranger by the second!
A mask hid her face, and this mask looked exactly like the one Watson Thompson carried!
"Could it be... that this person owns the mask?!" I shouted!
Even more crucial, there appeared to be some link between the mask and Watson!
The masked woman rushed into the Great Hall quickly.
The cultivators inside stood no chance against her and were completely defenseless.
Within moments, the Immortal Slaying Sect was drenched in blood.
The sect leader on his throne had turned white as snow.
He moved his lips, apparently trying to speak, but I couldn't make out any words.
From how his mouth moved, he seemed to be pleading for his life.
