With a Flash of the Blade, the head rolled off and the body fell into a pool of blood.
The closer they got to the center of the battlefield, the more tragic the scene became. All they could see were figures screaming and wailing.
A sharp blade could break bones, a silver spear could shatter organs, the souls of the dead could be heard everywhere, and the strong would not return home.
Although they were condensed from mental power, in this world, cultivators were all made of flesh and blood.
They killed to their hearts 'content, but their deaths were equally tragic.
It was the same for the enemies guarding the city. The wails before death were enough to prove their pain.
The bloody and brutal fighting had soaked the ground of the battlefield with blood, and corpses piled up like mountains.
The scene of a sea of blood and hell made the cultivators who had just arrived feel their scalps go numb, and the dense aura of death made them tremble.
