He was called the Heaven Piercing Sacred Lord, the master of the Heaven Piercing Sacred Land!
Behind him stood a group of higher-ups. They were the Vice Sacred Lords, Grand Elders, and Elders. Any one of them had a monstrous cultivation and a ferocious reputation. They had once stirred up a bloody storm on the continent and stirred up countless storms.
The group of people stared at the huge blood pool in front of them. There was a totem in each direction. It was carved with an azure dragon, a white tiger, a vermillion bird, and a black tortoise. Together with the four-pole array formation, it emitted a supreme ferocious might and transformed into a powerful phenomenon.
A group of disciples were expressionless, as if they were used to this scene. They were not afraid or panicked. They held the Great Meru Bag and threw the corpses down one by one.
There were corpses of experts, demons, monsters, beasts, and True Spirits.
There were too many of them.
