This is the power of a powerful person at the level of the gods!

In front of the gods, they were not even considered an ant, and they were just a slight fog of dust.

They stopped abruptly before they finished speaking.

Pouffy!

All the iron blood guards were directly crushed into blood mist by this invisible pressure!!

Suddenly,

The sky was stained with blood, and blood flowers exploded in the air, and the pungent smell of blood spread across the world.

Wu Zhao's god glanced at the thick fog-like blood mist in the sky, and her eyebrows frowned slightly.

Then she waved her delicate hand gently.

A strong wind swept out, directly cleaning the blood mist in the sky.

She, Wu Zhao, has a cleanliness habit.

Even if these ants turn into blood mist, they cannot defile the mountain gate of the Divine Sword Sect.
Chapter completed!