The evening glow shrouded over Cangwu City, making the city, which has a perimeter of only twenty miles, appear somewhat solemn.
There were few pedestrians on the streets of the city, rushing about. Even if friends met, they dared not converse.
A general sense of fear pervaded among the people.
This was the downside of purging the Floating Cloud Sect.
There were still some die-hards in the Floating Cloud Sect, who were of course unwilling to surrender their wealth and resources.
So, a slaughter was unavoidable.
In total, approximately five hundred disciples of the Floating Cloud Sect were killed.
Of course, there were also some disciples of the Floating Cloud Sect who fled in the chaos, which was unavoidable.
"Some hiccups were inevitable, but that's not our main concern."
At this moment, Wei Cheng was having a meeting with the P11 army's core main force in the City Lord's mansion.
