Thousands of people were beheaded.
That scene was deeply etched in everyone's mind and they couldn't forget it at all.
The cultivators were clenching their fists even more tightly. Some were glaring at the Fiendcelestial Cult disciples furiously while some dared not.
Finally, someone couldn't help but speak up and lament in melancholy.
"Why? Why is this happening? Why did the capital of Wei Nation fall all of a sudden? Aren't there experts from the Ten Nations? Aren't there any truly competent elites in the Wei Nation?"
"Yes, even if the Fiendcelestial Cult has launched a sudden attack, why would this happen? Where are the array formations? Where are the powerhouses of the Ten Nations?"
"We're not still in the illusory array, are we? Why does it seem so unreal?"
At this point, there were still cultivators who wondered if they had been trapped in an illusory array.
After all, many of the things were too unreal and flawed.
