To Nie Tian, ninth grade Fiend grand patriarchs were as weak and fragile as chickens made of clay now.

FIZZ!

The beam of crimson light suddenly split into countless wisps of sparkling light as fine as hair that pierced ferociously into the corpses of the eighth and ninth grade Fiends that had died miserably.

With a cold expression, Nie Tian said inwardly, “Life Purification!”

All of a sudden, everyone noticed that multicolored smoke started rising from the dead ...