The members of the Ghost Tribe, people from the Four Great Holy Lands, within the Heavenly Beyond Holy Land, like autumn winds sweeping away fallen leaves, wherever they passed, there were only corpses. The pouring rain gathered into small streams on the ground.
Blood was everywhere.
Ling Tianyu stood in the heavy rain, not saying a word, just standing there, letting the rain beat on him, the sound of swords and axes amidst the lightning forming the most comforting sound to his ears.
The flames of battle inside him had long burned, the Valiant Spear almost unable to be contained, waiting for the blood to soak it.
Guarding the upper realms and continuing to search for the forces of Heavens Beyond was the first to encounter the flames of battle.
"Leave none alive." A Heaven and Earth Phase Pinnacle cultivator, looking at those ordinary people and cultivators kneeling begging for their lives, holding a cold long sword, gave the order coldly.
