The area around the space rift was very quiet. Except for the occasional shifts to clear out the small number of hellish creatures that appeared, the cultivators present didn't speak.
Even for those who had witnessed the most brutal battles, seeing cultivators from the same powerful sect fall in front of them in large numbers was not a pleasant experience for the majority here.
The death of the White Emperor Sect cultivators was something they brought upon themselves.
No cultivator would sympathize with a companion who struck from behind; it was betrayal, the most disgraceful act.
In such complex emotions, most cultivators fixed their gaze on the space rift, awaiting their team's switch to defend.
Li Yuanba finished checking the spoils. This time, there were quite a few. He planned to transfer them to his true self, Li Shiming, upon his return and put them into the Treasure Pavilion.
