As Xia Wuyou feared, cultivators from the Yama Hall continuously appeared within the East Sea, and in just two days, they encountered no less than four teams.
No end to the killing!
This feeling left them both physically and mentally exhausted.
If this is what it's like just in the Eastern Territory, what about the entire Central Continent?
How many cultivator teams are there?
It's probably a number that would make one's scalp tingle.
Han Yu silently dropped the giant log in his hand and looked at the crimson sea below.
Even he felt somewhat weak, and this feeling sprang from deep inside.
If it were just physical fatigue, that would be tolerable!
But this sense of powerlessness left him at a loss.
"I feel like I've slaughtered countless people by now."
He sighed silently in his Sea of Consciousness.
In the past few days, the number of Yama Hall cultivators who died at his hands was quite large.
Yet even after such slaughter, the opponents never stopped their aggression.
