The Blood River surged into the sky.
Countless corpses, as if in a mass grave, shattered before everyone's eyes.
Witnessing this scene.
Some people began to vomit on the spot.
This scene was indeed too stimulating.
Tens of thousands perished at a stroke before them; such brutality was hard for many to accept.
Even Zhao Zhoutian furrowed his brows.
"Such heavy killing intent."
"Second Grandfather, I feel like throwing up the tea I just drank," Zhao Danyang said.
"It seems there's a truly ruthless person within the True Martial Holy Sect."
Zhao Zhoutian speculated, "I wonder who it might be?
Could it be a survivor of the great war from back then?"
He couldn't fathom it, but this scene of slaughtering tens of thousands was indeed shocking enough.
Even within the Imperial Palace, Long Zun, before the mirror, suddenly stood up.
And over at Xiao An'an's side.
She had finally resolved the Dragon Tiger Beast.
