The Divine Son looked down at the chaos of battle, watching as the sect had thoroughly devolved into a paradise for demons, demonic cultivators, and other hostile factions to lord over as they pleased.
They killed everyone they saw, dispatching one person with every stroke of the blade, showing not a shred of mercy.
Peak after peak had been turned into a living hell, a mountain of corpses and oceans of blood. Aside from the members of the Qingyun Sect, the hostile forces acted as if they were indulging in a wildly celebratory feast.
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