Above the Azure Dragon mountain range, the sun had turned somewhat blood-red, and the entire range was enveloped in a thick, pungent smell of blood.
Within the Mo Yun Sect, Ye Ling killed a person with each step he took, his eyes devoid of any flicker of emotion, and his Primal Sword Embryo dripped with fresh blood, plunging into the ground.
The Shen Family, the Ye Family, and the Shen Family had also begun to reap lives with the efficiency of a harvester, crazily slaughtering the disciples of the Mo Yun Sect.
This time, they were acting on Ye Ling's main thought, the Mo Yun Sect would not be spared today, and they would cleanse the Mo Yun Sect with blood!
"Roar! You bastards! I'll kill you, I'll kill all of you!"
Just then, suddenly, the Old Ancestor Fu Yun struggled to climb out of the pit, howling at the sky, his hair wildly disheveled, trembling as he looked at the corpses strewn everywhere.
