In the vastness of space, small spacecraft ignited one after another like fireworks before the nine mysterious gateways, blooming in the cold expanse before fading into darkness.0

"You….. are going too far!" someone shouted.0

The once elegant celestial maidens were now in a mess, and they had lost their embroidered shoes. With their snow-white feet now bare, they fled wildly towards the misty gateway.0

There were also powerful demons with their legs severed, crossing the blood-filled void and fleeing into the gateway.0

And these were the comparatively fortunate ones, who managed to preserve their bodies for the most part. By contrast, the most impulsive ones who approached Wang Xuan's Vanguard with their small spacecraft were directly obliterated!0

Their physical bodies were gone, and only their weak spirits were left drifting like dreams, vanishing into the nine ancient gateways.0

Old Chen was truly frightened, cursing Qing Mu in his heart, as he had almost sent his master on his final journey!0

Qing Mu felt satisfied as he stood in front of the screen with his hands behind his back. The  demons were shrieking as they died, while the descendants of immortals were fleeing for their lives.0

Although it was predetermined, executing it felt much better than experiencing it as the main protagonist.0

He only came to his senses when he remembered the main protagonist. He was startled to notice that Wang Xuan and his master were dodging, jumping up and down, narrowly avoiding attack after attack.0

Qing Mu hurriedly contacted the people on the large battleship. "Zhao Hong, be careful, don't hit my master!"0

"Got it, I'm just putting on a show, it will be more realistic!" said Zhao Hong, who was Qing Mu's nephew.0

Previously when Wang Xuan went to Pamir Plateau under the alias Wang Xiao to participate in the battle, it was this young man who went...0