As soon as Wei Ling's killing move came out, it directly achieved the effect of clearing the field. The warriors who just rushed up were killed or injured at once, and had no power to resist. "This... How is this possible?!" Han Tian was so scared that his eyelids twitched and cold sweat kept coming out. Under the restrictions of the seal formation, even a strong man at the level of an Ultimate Grandmaster could not exert his due strength. But Wei Ling relied on a pot of wine to display his magical powers far beyond his own cultivation. Obviously only at the grandmaster level, but the move of wandering in the eight wildernesses just now had the power of an Ultimate Grandmaster. If it happens again, everyone, including him, will die without a burial place. "Return!" At this time, Wei Ling took a deep breath, and the thousands of phantoms that shot out were immediately retracted. Then, Wei Ling's face turned red and white, and his breath be...