Everyone present harbored a deep hatred for Liu Wuxie, not just the Spirit Profound Realm cultivators.0

But the underground tremors were just as Liu Wuxie had foreseen. The underground labyrinth would collapse if the altar were destroyed.0

Several Spirit Profound Realm cultivators lunged at Liu Wuxie, and the latter had no means to resist such overwhelming force. He wouldn't be able to escape death even if he unleashed every last one of his trump cards.0

But at the critical moment, the azure flood dragon made its move. With a swift dive, like a dragon returning to the sea, it swept its massive tail with immense force, instantly killing the charging Spirit Profound Realm cultivators. No trace of them remained—not even their bones.0

The azure flood dragon's power had increased several times over, and even Wei Wang was no match for it. He didn't dare to face the azure flood dragon head-on and could only watch in frustration.0

The ground began to crack open as countless Twin-Headed Serpents plunged into the abyss below.0

"Quick, run!" The crowd panicked and scrambled toward the exit, desperate to escape. This was the underground world, and they would die if buried there. Their only hope...0