Sect members and disciples were dying in droves, and no rescue was possible.
Changchun Immortal City had long since descended into chaos.
That afternoon, the latest news arrived.
The Temple Master of Huayi Temple, a Supreme Elder of the Yan Zhen Sect, had launched an attack to probe Changchun Valley's strength. He was repelled by Wanmu True Monarch and the Yun Yao Ancestor, and the great battle filled the sky with crimson light.
Countless more beings on the ground were caught in the crossfire and killed or injured.
'After this, I'm afraid Changchun Valley is destined for decline,' Lü Zhong thought.
'This is the first time I've seen this Yun Yao Ancestor. I never expected his methods to be so demonic. That crimson light filling the sky... no matter how I look at it, it doesn't match the traditional Cultivation Techniques of Changchun Valley.'
'And those Souls of the Dead...'
With so many Souls of the Dead, who knew how many Foundation Establishment Cultivators had to die?
