The Demon Palace was like purgatory.
The Demon Cultivators were like evil ghosts.
Human faces were like drawing paper, on which ferocity, terror, cruelty, bloodthirst, greed... all sorts of expressions, like thick and splattered ink, painted a ghostly scroll of purgatory.
In the midst of cruelty, there was a kind of special, Gui Tao's flavor.
It sent a shiver down one's spine.
This strange madness, along with the demonic slaughter, left the four Feather Transformation Ancestors at a loss for how to intervene…
And when the clamor ended, and the dust settled,
this depiction of a demonic purgatory was finally completed.
All dead!
Hundreds of Golden Core Demon Cultivators, without a single survivor, all died tragically!
Anger was written on the faces of the four Feather Transformation Demon Ancestors.
Poison Venerable said with a quivering voice, "Good! Very good!"
