Outside the wasteland, blood mist permeated the air. Mountains of corpses and seas of blood made the place look like purgatory.
As Jiu Tian continued his relentless, frenzied slaughter, groups of cultist warriors fell in swathes. Chaos erupted—cries of misery, desperate roars, and utter panic took hold. The original army of one billion cultists was now reduced to less than twenty percent, their morale completely shattered.
It wasn't that they hadn't considered fleeing, but under Jiu Tian’s god-like, frenzied speed, his erratic, wide-area attacks, and his ghostly movement techniques, there was nowhere for them to run or hide. In the end, they were like sheep before a tiger, slaughtered wildly or scattering in every direction like headless flies. As Jiu Tian’s power surged through the killing, the cultist army lost all ability to resist, becoming little more than meat on a chopping block.
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