At that very moment, inside the Immortal Mist Sect.
The elders and disciples from the three major factions were all busy clearing up corpses.
The storage bags of all the deceased cultivators were handed over to the sect for processing in the sect's treasury.
It could be said that this battle was a total victory.
"We won, we actually won."
"Our Sect Master is truly formidable, a master strategist indeed."
"Isn't it? With just a slight tactic, eight Golden Core Masters were lured to their deaths. It was as if she could summon clouds with one hand and summon rain with the other."
"These Golden Core Masters were fools. They knew we were leaving Immortal Mist Island and still came rushing here to meet their death."
"Perhaps they came precisely because they knew we were leaving. They were in a hurry to rob and kill us, hoping to make a fortune."
