Aspiring to the Immortal Path Chapter 507: The Will of the Heavens

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

The moment the battle began, it no longer shifted according to human will. Strength decided everything!

In the white fog, it was impossible to tell east from west, friend from foe. The only thing that flourished here was slaughter and death.

"Raaa!"

With a sonorous roar, a massive metal claw closed, crushing the head of a Godhead Palace disciple as if it was a watermelon.

Taking back his blood-drenched hand, the original Tang Jie smiled.

A flying sword shot at him from an angle, but Tang Jie simply punched at it without turning his head. Upon impact, that middle-grade art relic flying sword was pulverized, and the steely fist slammed into that disciple's chest. The immense strength rammed into the body of that Bloodbath Hall disciple like a mountain.

"You…" That disciple stared at Tang Jie in shock, not understanding how he had known that an attack was coming from behind, and then he was blown into bits.

Killed in one strike!

Slowly drawing back his fist, the original body snorted and turned his head. Nearby, the avatar Tang Jie finished cutting down a Bloodbath Hall disciple with the golden blade and exchanged a look with the original body.

There was no need for any conversation. As one soul sharing two bodies, they did not require words to communicate. They were natural partners, the finest duo.

Not far from the pair, an army of bean soldiers was in the middle of a silent slaughter. With their immense numbers, their formations, and the cover of the white fog, they were killing almost as quickly as Tang Jie. The ghost guard was protecting them, guarding their flanks and minimizing the counterattacks the bean soldiers sustained.

The battle had been one-sided from the opening blow.

Using the terrain and his formation, Tang Jie had mobilized all of his strength and was hunting down his foes.

The death of each Godhead Palace disciple was like sweet dew on the cracked soil of Tang Jie's soul, filling him with indescribable pleasure.

This feeling of plea

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