Outside the city, there was a large mountain that was normally filled with ferocious beasts, and anyone with insufficient cultivation who were foolish enough to enter would instantly die under their claws and fangs. But today, there was no sign of any beasts; rather, the mountain was full of the bloodied corpses of beasts, and the presence of cultivators far outnumbered that of the corpses. These were naturally the remaining mountain clan members who had set up a temporary base, waiting for the good news of the city's destruction.
At the top of the mountain, some cultivators with the strongest cultivation were feasting and drinking to their hearts' content, gossiping among themselves, unaware of the grim situation their clan members faced after attacking the city.
