Chapter 101: First Batch! Purify!

Byron Cutmore stared at the pitch-black sea of Demonized Cultivators, a faint, amused curve tugging at his lips. With a casual flick of his hand, the Skysoar Sect's Protective Sect Formation slowly withdrew again. "Thiago Quinny," Byron called, his tone laced with mockery. "What are you waiting for? Don't tell me you're scared." A cold glint flashed through Thiago's eyes, yet a thread of caution tightened in his chest. Byron wasn't relying on the Protective Sect Formation at all. He had pulled...