Their faces contorted in agony, these people thrashed on the ground like worms, missing arms and legs, howling in pain.
Their cries sounded utterly bleak.
Right in the middle, two naked people clung to each other, their connection not even broken yet.
But even amidst ninety percent pain, there was still a trace of excitement in them.
Inside the Ouyang Imperial Race camp, the Quasi-Emperor Realm Fierce Beast General saw this, his whole body trembling violently, pupils shrunk to tiny dots.
"These, these are all branch disciples, direct disciples, and core elite disciples from our clan,"
"They're all crippled!"
His voice trembled, feeling like the sky was about to collapse on him,
*These were the very foundation of the Ouyang Imperial Race, the future of the Ouyang Imperial Race!*
But now, they had all become wrecks.
