"Mission accomplished!" Cheng Sheng told Fei Yin and smiled as they looked at the corpses of the demonic cultivators littering the grounds of Zhongyang.
"En." Fei Yin whispered and smiled back at Cheng Sheng.
"AAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!!!!!!" everyone screamed as they fell to their knees and cried. Although half a month is short for cultivators who can live for hundreds of years, these fifteen days are pure hell. Each day that passed felt like pushing them deeper into the abyss.
Zheng Fu Gong collapsed on the ground while Jing Rui leaned on the wall. "Where's Qi Ling?" Xie Lan asked as he walked towards Cheng Sheng and Fei Yin. His pale green robes and his sword were soaked with blood.
"Inside my Shapeshifting Blanket." Cheng Sheng answered and turned when he saw Jing Rui and the others returned after they killed the demonic cultivators that escaped. "How is it?" he asked them.
