Night fell.
Thick bloody smells pervaded the wilderness, yet not a single corpse could be seen.
Not even a shred of flesh.
It was as if a greedy monster had swept its barbed tongue across the land, leaving no trace of the carnage behind.
This scene was eerily clean.
Yu Xian stood under the starlit sky, satisfied with the brutal picture he had masterminded.
"Fellow Daoist Yang, I've found you quite talented as a cleanup agent. You thoroughly eradicated all evidence. Next year, there will be a rich harvest without any pestilence here.
Indeed, an immeasurable merit, well done."
"Our selfish deeds have protected the innocent. The world indeed works in mysterious ways."
Thousand Beasts True Master sighed sentimentally.
He maintained a radiant complexion, struggling to contain his inner aura, a continuous sound of buzzing emanated from within.
