Miserable shrieks filled the Pingtian sect.
There were people running for their lives everywhere, but no matter where they went, there was no way out.
The entire Mountain Gate was already sealed by the formation.
And from the outside, no one could see what was happening inside.
Pfft! Pfft!
Along with a soft sound, heads flew up and blood splattered in all directions.
The white-robed figure charged out of the main hall. With every step he took, he chopped off heads one after another. The killing intent around him was shocking. He was like an Asura with a terrifying aura.
Golden immortal blood gushed down and stained the earth.
He killed his way from one side to the other, then returned and continued his slaughter.
He could not even count how many people he had killed, but he knew that none of them were innocent.
