As the old man said, the forces of the Shaking Light Sacred Land and the Jiang family were steadily retreating under the mad attacks of the beasts.
Those elders and powerful figures, usually so lofty, were now as helpless and terrified as lambs to the slaughter.
Their Magical Treasures and Divine Skills seemed so utterly powerless before the beasts, unable even to resist before being easily torn apart.
"Ah—" Screams of tragedy echoed over the Ancient Forbidden Land, each one representing the loss of a life.
In the midst of the blood rain, Gu Sheng saw the despairing eyes and helpless struggles of the cultivators before their death.
Their bodies fell from the sky like raindrops, piling into mounds in the pools of blood.
Gu Sheng's heart trembled; such a brutal and horrific scene was unlike anything he had ever witnessed.
He gripped the Mystical Sky Sword in his hand tightly, as if only by doing so could he find a shred of security.
