ZHAN SHENG APPROACHED the ruins of the Burning Fire sect palace with a heavy heart, the stench of smoke and ash filling his nostrils. The sect had been decimated, reduced to nothing but a pile of rubble and destruction. His transformation into a devil lycan had given the disciples the ability to push the sects back until they could do nothing more but retreat, but that didn't mean that Zhan Sheng had won by any means. He walked through the barren halls, Zhan Sheng couldn't help but feel like he was walking through a graveyard, surrounded by the ghosts of his past.
"Father?" he called out, but his voice was hoarse, his body caked in blood and guts. He should have chased them back to their sects and killed them all. He had found his sword near the front lines where he had abandoned it with Mao Xia and Lei Bo. "Father?"
