Half an hour after the departure of the Nascent Soul Demon Cultivator, Li Zhirui and his companions could see the scenery of Spirit Cloud Mountain from afar.
Where once there were pavilions, terraces, and artificial rock fountains, now all that met their eyes were corpses everywhere, fresh blood and white bones, vividly resembling the scene of hell on earth.
"The Sect has been breached..." Xu Changle clung to the bow of the ship, his entire being as if he had lost his soul, chanting repeatedly, "How is this possible! This cannot be! The Mountain Protection Array of the Sect is renowned for its defense!"
And in his distraught state, he failed to notice the flash of satisfaction in Li Zhirui's eyes.
'It seems that those Demon Cultivators have some skills after all.'
Li Zhirui was very satisfied with this outcome, knowing that after such a calamity, it would take the Spiritual Cloud Sect likely several hundred years to recover!
