Feiyun didn’t recklessly come forward either since the consort had great cultivation. This rockslide alone was probably not enough to crush her to death. He wasn’t her match even at the fifth level. 

The cultivators from the Beiming were dead, leaving their weapons behind.

Feiyun waved his hand and these weapons flew towards his Heavenly Weapon Essence. It absorbed the essences and intents and turned them into scrap metals, falling all over the ground.

The weapon essence’s light became brighter; its sharpness increased by one level.

Feiyun turned it into a saber and walked slowly towards the mound of rocks spanning for more than twenty miles. He unleashed ninety slashes in succession before clearing the thing completely.

There was no sign of her, only a bloodied black cloak belonging to the consort. The blood has yet...