As everyone knows, it's easy to kill, but hard to bury.
Zhang Ze looked at the corpses filling the hall, feeling rather troubled. He hadn't expected the battle to be so fierce.
In just a moment, apart from Zhang Ze, no one else was left standing.
The most miserable were naturally the cannon fodder cultivators who had only reached Foundation Establishment. Some couldn't even use their skills. As soon as the chaos began, they were struck by the aftermath of various spells and flying implements, dying from mysterious AOE attacks.
Next were the Golden Core Stage cultivators from Ghost Horse Helm, who were mostly consumed by their own Ghost Horse Slaves.
What intrigued Zhang Ze was that Ling Jiao, who should have been the most reckless, was fighting cautiously.
Ling Jiao just clashed with his powerful physical body, keeping his aura and might restrained, battling the out-of-control, maddened elder in a deadlock.
