The twenty thousand people who were just killed, a small portion still left behind some remains.
Now that the battle was over, the elders, still seething with rage, rushed over to uncover their disguise in disbelief.
But soon, they realized something was amiss.
These deceased, each one showed their true appearance, with no disguise whatsoever.
Even if there were transformations, they should have been undone upon death.
Yet no matter what they did, the faces of these dead remained unchanged, not a single alteration.
How could this be?
Weren't they from Mingxin Sacred Land?
Why are they still our own disciples?
Could it be that they killed the wrong ones?
Impossible!
They refused to believe this was true.
Yet the truth was right before their eyes, and soon they discovered even more unpleasant realities.
The spiritual artifacts these people used were also their own.
Some of them even had Holy Land's cultivation and martial techniques secret arts inside their rings.
