A city of a hundred thousand people, clearly committing no sin, yet besieged by cultivators, deprived of supplies, driven to cannibalism, forced into a state of human depravity, seemingly a true hell on earth.
At this very moment, Sikong Seal, the instigator, was not faring well either. His triumphant expression had long since vanished, leaving only impatience and trepidation. His face twisted and morphed within the swirling black smoke, and his eyes rolled about, evidently pondering what to do.
The two sect leaders of the Early Stage Crimson Palace, from the Blood Corpse Sect and the Ghost Slaughter Sect, finally came to their senses.
Both looked towards Sikong Seal.
One said, "What level?"
The other said, "Even if it's the Late Stage of Crimson Palace, this is our territory. We can exhaust and kill him slowly. What is there to fear, Brother Sikong?"
Along with Sikong Seal, another young elder named Bi Chuanfei had also defected from the Thousand Crane Sect.
