A gentle breeze blew away some of the stench of blood. Julu Mountain, so bustling not long ago, was now reeking with blood everywhere.
Not a single one of the people who had perished here was weak; even the worst among them possessed the cultivation of the seventh or eighth layer of Qi Condensation. An hour ago, they were the pride of their respective sects, figures respected by all; yet an hour later, they had been reduced to piles of mangled flesh.
The once-raucous Julu Mountain was now utterly silent, a heavy, dead stillness pervading the air.
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