Inside a certain sect, all the cultivators had turned into mummified corpses, their entire essence blood drained, and their expressions twisted and ferocious as if they had suffered extreme pain before their deaths.
In the sect's main hall.
The vanished Demon Venerable Xuan Yin sat leisurely, surrounded by blood energy which gradually merged into his body.
The previously severed arm.
Under the nurturing of blood energy.
Had completely regrown.
However, compared to the other arm, the newly grown one appeared rather pale.
"Lv Chunyang!"
"Yuan Shendao!"
"You ants dare to treat me this way, I will never let you go. I will make all beings of the Taiyuan Realm accompany me to the grave!"
Demon Venerable Xuan Yin roared lowly, terrifying slaughter intent glowing in his blood-red eyes.
As an ancient twelfth-tier powerhouse, when had he ever suffered such humiliation?
