The sky gradually darkens.
The nine moons seem ready to rise at any moment.
The earth turns pale, yet under the reflection of the numerous Supreme Treasures, it glimmers with incomparably beautiful Divine Rosy Cloud.
Before the mountain, it has turned into a purgatory.
Countless corpses lay there, piled like small hills.
Bones stacked like mountains, rivers of blood flowing.
There is no wind here, yet a chilling sensation rises in everyone's heart.
"What's wrong?"
Su Han's voice comes from within the mountain: "You are people from the Three Great Legions of the Heavenly Mountain Pavilion, you should be accustomed to slaughter by now, are you not?"
"A little, yes." Someone speaks up.
Su Han is momentarily stunned.
In his previous life, he roamed the world, rising from an ordinary cultivator to the level of the Ancient Demon Dragon Emperor, his hands stained with countless blood.
In this life, within the Lower-Class Star Region, he hasn't caused much slaughter.
