It was a confrontation of one Divine Separation Stage cultivator against 11 Nascent Soul peak cultivators, and remarkably, they remained evenly matched, battling fiercely for a full minute.
"You're seeking death!" Windsor's face turned crimson, and he seemed completely enraged.
He roared with fury, "I am naturally inclined toward a kind demeanor, but since you persist in pushing me, let me demonstrate the might of a genuine Divine Separation Stage!"
As he spoke, his movements suddenly stopped. Grasping the long spear with one hand, he smashed it down hard.
The ground shook violently, and Aether and the others quickly retreated, their eyes filled with vigilance.
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