At midnight, the three great Daoist Lineages launched their attacks in a moment of uncanny consensus. And then, the entirety of Guiyun City was torn to shreds.
Before dawn, the battle was over. No one was victorious. All sides returned with heavy casualties.
Fortunately, their top combatants did not perish, but the casualties among those in the first, second, and Third Realms were catastrophic.
The city's common folk also suffered immense losses. The members of the three Daoist Lineages, their eyes red with slaughter, had long forgotten their so-called monastic rules and disciplines.
"Let's hit them with a surprise counterattack," Huixin said coldly. He was missing an arm, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
Huiyun, on the other hand, looked exhausted. His physical injuries weren't severe; after all, he was a Buddhist Family disciple of the Fourth Realm.
What truly wore on his spirit was the death of Ming Jue.
