Lu Feng gazed up at the dust-choked sky, listening to the increasingly chaotic and raucous roaring all around him, a blank look of bewilderment washing over him. Why had it come to this?
The formation of the Butian Pavilion's contingent had already contracted, with the disciples casting vigilant gazes beyond their field of vision, which was obscured by the yellow sand.
The slaughter had been going on for over an hour, and the ground was littered with the corpses of numerous cultivators who had already breathed their last, lying haphazardly in all directions.
Chapter 199