"Where did you find such a fierce guy?"
Outside the scene, there were Li Qingyun and others who had chased out alongside Zhu Yu. With no more monsters rampaging inside the Cyan Sun Sect, they just needed to awaken the cultivators.
Looking at the fallen cultivators all over the place, Li Qingyun's face turned black. Even if the sect's casualties hadn't reached a thousand, there were at least five or six hundred.
This is more than just a loss—it's almost a drop to the level of a third-rate sect.
Heaven pity him; he spent so much time managing everything, finally cultivating a group of seeds, only to be harvested by others.
Until today, they were firmly at the threshold of a first-tier sect. He had been looking forward to the future, only to be thrown back to where they started, or even worse.
So, he looked at the remaining nearly a thousand evil cultivators, already filled with murderous intent. These bastards attacked the Cyan Sun Sect—they must be sick of living.
