The battle within the Wuji Sect was still raging on, the originally quaint and ancient halls now resounded with ceaseless shouting and killing!
Masheng Cheng, like a dead dog, was held in Xiao Chen's grasp, looking at everything before him in disbelief!
Is this… still the Wuji Sect?
He couldn't believe it; a major force that had existed for hundreds of years was now brought to this sorry state!
The situation now was indeed not much different from what Xiao Chen had anticipated. Although the Wuji Sect's members put up some resistance at first, it was clear they were half-hearted, and some even lacked the will to fight!
In contrast, the Shenwu Society and the Shangshan Family seemed to be on an adrenaline rush, not showing any signs of fatigue and brimming with excitement!
As the battle dragged on, it was essentially clear who the victor was; the Wuji Sect had less than ten people still capable of fighting!
