As for the spectators, several disciples from Zhengyang Sect had already rushed toward Xue Yin.
These disciples had always shared a good relationship with Xue Yin. At this moment, they weren't concerned about winning or losing; they cared more about whether Xue Yin was still alive.
After all, Zhengyang Sect still had several trump cards left, while Hengyue Sect only had Chu Yi, who ranked ninth among his sect.
Defeating Zhengyang Sect? Impossible.
Soon, those disciples returned carrying a bloodied Xue Yin.
If timid individuals saw this grisly sight, they'd likely be too scared to even open their eyes.
Even Cheng Kun, a man who had witnessed countless bloody scenes, couldn't help but tremble slightly at the sight of Xue Yin.
Judging by Xue Yin's condition, it looked like his bones were utterly shattered, his eyes and nose grotesquely twisted to one side.
Wu Changqing's face turned pale. He whispered to Cheng Kun, "Sect Master, now should we…"
