Half an hour later.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!
A succession of sounds of something cutting through the air rang out.
Immediately after, a group of Chen Family Elders shot forth from afar, streaking across the night sky like meteors.
The escape light quickly dispersed upon landing, transforming into more than a dozen Chen Family Elders.
"This..."
Led by the Seventh Peak Master, the Chen Family Elders looked towards the clearing, their pupils slightly contracting.
On the hundred-meter-diameter clearing, blood had long pooled into rivers, with severed limbs scattered everywhere, and cerebral fluid and entrails splattered all around.
Among them, more than a dozen corpses had heads that were burst open, their death incredibly tragic.
Further away.
Zheng Hee's head lay in a patch of mud, his face contorted and twisted, his eyes wide open, glaring forward in anger.
Beneath his eye sockets, there were streaks of crimson teardrops staining his cheeks.
