Bodies lay haphazardly everywhere, the scene was incomparably tragic.
Outside the courtyard, separated by a wall of life and death, one side was the bustling human world, the other was Asura Hell.
The stench of blood was so strong it was like needles piercing the face.
In the courtyard, blood flowed like a stream, the roots of the banyan tree soaked in fresh blood. The morning breeze stirred the branches and leaves, producing a sound that was particularly ghostly.
"Junior sister!!"
Yi Qing cried out in sorrow and threw himself next to the body of a Mount Heng disciple, who had already passed on, her eyes firmly shut.
After initial discomfort, the Mount Hua disciples quickly began to turn over bodies looking for survivors, spurred on by the call of their Sect Leaders.
"How could this happen?!"
Ning Zhongze checked the breath of a Mount Tai disciple, her brows furrowed tightly.
