This Holy Land was quite interesting. Some people fought openly and secretly, guarding against each other. Some people hide their hatred and endure it. Some people had the Holy Land in their hearts and were willing to die for it.
In just half a day, the once insufferably arrogant Supreme Holy Land had turned into ruins. The hundreds of thousands of disciples were all killed by the ferocious beasts, not even their corpses remained.
"Haha… Daoist Qingmiao, you have such a day!" In the sea of flames, the one-armed Mo Yi laughed loudly, as if the hatred in his heart had been completely resolved.
Mo Yi had no intention of resisting as he looked at the ferocious beast standing in front of him. He knew that he could not escape. He felt relieved since he had taken revenge. Soon, he was buried in the sea of flames.
