"It's too late to regret now!" Xu Wendong snorted coldly.
His axe swung with a fierce wind, and every strike brought a rain of blood.
The disciples of the Heavenly Nether Sect fell like grass being cut, the dead mounting in numbers, and the smell of blood grew increasingly pungent, blanketing the area like a thick fog.
Within half an incense stick's time, all the Heavenly Nether Sect disciples who followed the Liu family lay dead.
Xu Wendong was drenched in blood, resembling a Blood Demon God, malice still flickering in his eyes, his clothes soaked with blood clinging tightly to his body.
Zhao Ying'er was the same; her proud chest rose and fell with intense breaths, clearly having expended much energy in this battle.
Her hair was messy, strands stuck to her sweat-soaked cheeks, yet her eyes revealed a hint of satisfaction and contentment.
