The ravaged valley was in complete chaos.
The houses had collapsed; only the palaces had survived the calamity, standing alone in proud solitude.
In the vast valley, apart from these nine palaces, there was nothing else taller than one meter.
The lush trees were gone, the brocade-like flowers gone as well, as if they had never existed.
They had turned to dust and mixed with the rubble of the houses, leaving not the slightest trace behind.
The experts of the Flower God Sect lay on the ground, their life or death uncertain, or sat cross-legged, regulating their breathing and treating their injuries.
Moans, howls, miserable screams, curses, high and low, filled the air without ceasing.
When their Heart and Spirit collapsed, they could not control themselves and let out all kinds of strange sounds.
Zhu Lingyun shook his head.
The backlash of this Array was more powerful than he had imagined.
There was no such scene recorded in the Donghuan Saint Technique.
