Qu Zhiwen was stunned. He looked at Qu Qingxian in confusion and asked, "Ancestor, what...?"
Qu Qingxian ignored Qu Zhiwen's question. Gazing at the dissipating form of Elder Huang, he said somberly, "The Alliance..."
As the two stood there stunned, the ethereal clouds above the square slowly dissipated.
"Ngh..."
"Ugh..."
"Hmph..."
A series of soft, muffled groans echoed out as the surviving disciples in the square slowly began to awaken one by one.
The first thing they saw was a pile of mangled corpses, all of them the familiar faces of their own kin. Everyone froze on the spot. After a moment, someone in the dazed crowd finally regained their senses.
"No! Xiao Ke!" a father cried, looking at the mangled body of his son before him. He could taste the blood in his mouth as memories of what had just happened came flooding back.
