As they watched the sky-blanketing rain of arrows, the people of the Qing Xuan Sect bitterly regretted their choices.
They unleashed their spiritual power, forming shields in front of them, to fend off the deadly shower of arrows from above. The martial artists with stronger cultivation managed to barely resist and save their lives, but those with weaker cultivation met a gruesome end, pierced by the arrows on the spot, as the others could only watch helplessly.
Lin Chen witnessed this brutal scene, feeling some compassion, yet he did not offer his help.
He had already done as much as he could by passing on a message to the people of the Qing Xuan Sect. However, who would have thought they were so arrogant that they would disregard his warning.
