Lin Mu looked down upon the battlefield silently.
Below him, the remnants of the Slaughtered Moon Divine Blood Sect stood frozen in terror. The destruction of the Bleeding Moon had already shattered their spirits completely, but now that the immortal's gaze had settled upon them directly, true despair finally consumed their hearts.
The Patriarch Hong Tianyue slowly staggered backward.
For the first time in over two thousand years…
He felt fear.
True fear.
Not fear of death.
Fear of utter helplessness.
He looked at the ruined skies above them, then toward the countless corpses covering the sect grounds, before finally looking back at Lin Mu. The immortal's face remained calm and almost indifferent.
As though he were merely observing dust.
Lin Mu's eyes swept across the survivors of the Blood Sect one final time before he finally spoke.
"For you all…" he said quietly. "Living no longer is an option."
