With a dark expression, Dang Xiangjun nodded and said, "Countless Mortal Martial Artists have appeared out of nowhere. They're like demons, preying on people, and disaster is spreading everywhere.
"Especially some of the minor sects and Noble Families… it's just… *Sigh*… We of the Celestial Spirit Sect have been negligent in our duties…"
From those few short sentences, Zhang Deming could clearly picture the tragedy being described.
For Dang Xiangjun, who was at least a thousand years old, to speak with such self-blame meant that the scenes they had witnessed on their journey must have truly been rivers of blood.
Zhang Deming and Song Huidong exchanged a look. All their previous doubts vanished in that moment, and they instantly understood why the enemy had gone to such great lengths to destroy the Sect's Communication Control Room.
