The scene in front of them was desolate and shocking. An evil smell of blood permeated the dense forest.
There were at least two hundred Lihuo Sect disciples present. Each of them was lying in a pool of blood, their eyes filled with fear.
The vibrant forest seemed oppressive and terrifying at this moment.
It was like an illusion dyed in blood. It was hard to tell what was real and what was fake.
Of course, both of them hoped that it wasn't real.
"Everyone … How did this happen?"
Yin Mo's knees went weak, and she knelt on the ground. Tears gushed out of her eyes as she looked at the Lihuo Sect disciples who had died tragically.
Qin Shi was also incredibly horrified. This scene was seriously too tragic.
"Who was it? How could they be so cruel?"
The sound of joints cracking could be heard from between Qin Shi's fists.
"It must be Wang Yun and the others. Those bastards …" Yin Mo's eyes were filled with tears, and her vision was hazy. Suddenly, she opened her eyes wide and rushed forward. She turned over the bodies in the haystack and showed a hint of joy in her grief. "Shao Yang, Senior Brother Shao Yang and the others are not here. They must be alive."
"Hmm?"
Qin Shi frowned. Only then did he realize that there were no other purple ranked disciples among the bodies.
Rumble!
Just when the two of them found a trace of relief amidst their despair, a vast purple light suddenly filled the air about a kilometer to the north. Under the purple light was a raging fire. Dozens of thick ancient trees were burned into charcoal under the raging fire and were annihilated in the wind.
Seeing the purple light and the raging fire, Yin Mo was shocked. "It's Senior Brother Shao Yang and the others."
Also feeling the fluctuation of spiritual power, Qin Shi no longer hesitated. He hugged Yin Mo by the waist and rushed toward the raging fire a kilometer away.
As they approached the raging fire, waves of heat hit them in the face. The clouds in the sky were dyed blood red.
"Be okay."
Qin Shi silently prayed and sped up again.
…
In the center of the secret realm, there were hundreds of people gathered. They were roughly divided into two groups.
One group was led by Wang Yun. There were about three hundred Yunding Sect disciples.
The other group consisted of Shao Yang and a few other purple rank disciples, as well as the Lihuo Sect disciples that numbered less than a hundred.
Most of the Lihuo Sect disciples had injuries of varying degrees.
"Wang Yun, you bastards! How dare you sneak attack us!"
There was a ghastly wound on Shao Yang's left arm. The wound continuously emitted a purple light, which was currently nibbling away at his body. "If news of this gets out, Sect Leader Ling Xiao won't let you off!"
"Sneak attack?"
"Haha, there's nothing too deceitful in war. In the long river of history, there have been victors who have come to throw their lives away.
Just like today, after you die, no one will remember you, only the existence of the King.
Yunding Sect! "
Wang Yun took a step forward and tilted his head. "Furthermore, don't you understand such a simple rule?
The Burning Heaven Mystic Realm allows killing in any state. This time, the Sect Leader has long given the order that none of you should think about leaving alive! "
"Bastard!"
Next to Shao Yang, several purple rank disciples cursed.
The curses echoed in the forest, but Wang Yun had an easy-going smile on his face, as if it was only natural.
Indeed, he was right. History was written by the victors. In the end, what was passed down would only be the result, not the process.
Previously, when Shao Yang and the others passed by this place, they were divided into two groups by Wang Yun and the others. One of the groups was the two hundred disciples that Qin Shi saw die tragically, and the other group was the remaining half a hundred disciples.
After being sneak attacked, they were now at a complete disadvantage.
One hundred people against three hundred people, and there was no insurmountable gap in terms of spiritual power cultivation. The final result could be imagined.
"We're dead for sure. What should we do?"
"I don't want to die. I have elders and children at home. My wife is also waiting for me. I can't die here."
"We will definitely die. They have more than three hundred people."
Now, they were the meat on the chopping block.
The Lihuo Sect disciples had already completely lost their will to fight, and each of them was terrified and collapsed without a fight.
In an instant, despair and fear climbed up their faces. They couldn't even hold on to the weapons in their hands, and they dropped them on the ground one by one.
"Damn it!" Feeling the change in the disciples' mentality, Shao Yang's heart tightened.
They were already at a disadvantage. If they were to be suppressed in terms of spirit, then there would really be no hope.
In this kind of situation, they could only fight with their lives on the line. Only then would there be a chance of survival.
Otherwise, they would become the target of the Yunding Sect's massacre, and they would be buried in the Burning Sky Mystery Land forever.
Thinking about this, Shao Yang clenched his fists nervously and cursed, "What should I do?
What should I do?
Is it fated that the heavens want to annihilate the Lihuo Sect? "
"Hehe, have you given up?"
Looking at the scattered Lihuo Sect disciples, Wang Yun chuckled naturally. Then, he waved his hand and decided the life and death of the hundreds of Lihuo Sect disciples with one sentence, "Kill them!"
Rumble!
The disciples of the Yunding Sect glared at them fiercely. Once they received the order, they instantly went crazy.
The sky was full of attacks, like a meteor shower from the Immortal Constellation. It covered the sky and the earth, and the spiritual energy, like the sun, moon, and stars, turned into dazzling ice lotuses.
The ice lotuses bloomed, bringing with them a large patch of blood in the dense forest.
Under the attack, the disciples of the Lihuo Sect were like weak girls without the strength to truss a chicken. They were at the mercy of others, and in an instant, they became the target of the Yunding Sect disciples' massacre.
"Wang Yun, you and I cannot live under the same sky!"
Looking at the disciples of the Lihuo Sect lying in a pool of blood, Shao Yang ignored the wound on his arm and raised the sword in his hand. Then, he bared his teeth and roared fiercely, "Brothers, we are going to die anyway. If you are the disciples of the Lihuo Sect, then follow me, pick up the weapons in your hands, and fight with them!"
"Killing one is not a loss, killing two is a gain!"
With that, Shao Yang sped towards the Yunding Sect.
As the saying goes, a skinny camel is still bigger than a horse. Even though Shao Yang was heavily injured, the ordinary disciples of the Yunding Sect were still not his match.
The sword in his hand was like the scythe of the Grim Reaper. One by one, the necks of the Yunding Sect disciples were wiped clean, killing them.
Looking at Shao Yang who was fighting with his life, a few purple ranked disciples looked at each other and rushed into the crowd.
"Alive, you are a Li Fire person, dead, you are a Li Fire ghost. Killing one is not a loss, killing two is a gain!
If you are the disciples of the Lihuo Sect, then raise your weapons, and defend the sect together! "
Liu Qing and Liu Lan, the two female disciples, raised the red caltrops in their hands at the same time, roared angrily, and rushed into the crowd.
A huge battle was about to begin.
The blood was like a long river, rolling in the ravines in the forest.
Infected by the aura, the disciples of the Lihuo Sect trembled. Finally, one of them took the lead to pick up his weapon and fiercely rushed towards the Yunding Sect. He cursed, "Since we are going to die anyway, let's just kill them. Let's kill one of them to accompany us on the road to hell!"
The originally low aura suddenly rose, reaching an unprecedented height.
Finally, all the disciples of the Lihuo Sect began to pick up their weapons. One by one, they released their spirit energy and rushed into the battlefield. "Alive, you are a Li Fire person, dead, you are a Li Fire ghost. Everyone, fight with them! Killing one is not a loss, killing two is a gain!"
The scene was magnificent, and all kinds of martial arts covered the sky and swept across the starry sky.
One by one, their eyes were bloodshot. Purple spirit energy and Heaven Burning Raging Flame bloomed in the palms of the disciples from both sides.
In the blink of an eye, the center of the secret realm was in a mess. The surrounding ground was full of potholes and bottomless ravines. Under the destruction of the spirit energy, the ravines were like a long dragon that stretched endlessly, and the blood energy that made people want to do evil surged between heaven and earth.
Boom!
Heaven Burning Raging Flame, Purple Star · Sunset.
That scene could only be described as tragic.
Whoosh!
But at this moment, a streak of purple light suddenly broke through the battlefield.
Chu Yuanba single-handedly held a two-meter long spirit energy long blade. When the long blade slashed through the sky, it produced a sorrowful sound of thunder and lightning.
With the sound of thunder and lightning, there would definitely be disciples of the Lihuo Sect dying tragically.
One, two, three, ten, dozens of disciples, all fell into a pool of blood.
The Li Fire Sect disciples, who were in a frenzy of bloodlust, stopped once again.
"Hehe, what a group of insensible things."
In the blink of an eye, he had killed more than ten disciples. Chu Yuanba casually swung the spirit energy long blade and immediately rushed forward. He alone was like an undead king of hell, killing his way into the battlefield. Wherever he passed by, there would definitely be a sky full of blood.
In the next moment, the flames were mostly dispersed by Chu Yuanba's intervention.
"Damn it, I can't do this. I have to stop him." Shao Yang thought.
Among the eight purple rank disciples, Song Yu and Chen Gang looked at each other. "Senior Brother Shao Yang, leave Chu Yuanba to us."
"With just the two of you?"
Chu Yuanba smiled. Shortly after, the long blade spun in the air. Shortly after, the long blade was released into the sky and quickly condensed in the air. One became two, two became four, four became eight trigrams. Eight sword rays broke through the afterimages and bombarded towards the two of them. "Purple Star · Eight Trigrams!"
The sword rays swept through the air, and in the blink of an eye, the two of them were instantly sent flying.
"Song Yu, Chen Gang!"
Shao Yang was shocked. Shortly after, he coldly looked at Chu Yuanba. "It seems that I still underestimated you …"
When he held the long blade in his hand again, Chu Yuanba disdainfully snorted. "Hmph, can't even withstand a single blow."
The two purple rank disciples suffered a crushing defeat, and their flames of arrogance fell again.
The disciples of the Lihuo Sect were destined to be sentenced to death.
"Hehe, are you done?"
At this moment, the battlefield was cleared. Wang Yun suddenly stepped forward and casually chuckled. However, his laughter was filled with bloodlust. Shortly after, he slightly raised his hand and spread out his five fingers. At the same time, bolts of lightning lit up on his palm.
"Shao Yang, I have to say that your cohesiveness is very good. However, there is a disadvantage in doing this.
However, I am very curious. If you die, what will happen to this group of disciples? "As soon as he finished speaking, his fingers trembled. Five bolts of lightning broke through the sky and struck towards Shao Yang.
The five bolts of lightning were piercingly cold. They were like sharp blades that could cut through anything. One after another, dozens of ancient trees were smashed. The disciples within a ten meter radius, whether they were from the Yunding Sect or the Lihuo Sect, were all sent flying by the shockwave.
"Shao Yang!"
"Senior Brother Shao Yang!"
In an instant, everyone was terrified.
Seeing that the attack was approaching, Shao Yang turned around in fear. Looking at the expanding lightning in front of him, his brows furrowed. Without hesitation, he took out the Burning Heaven Flame in an attempt to resist the five bolts of purple light.
However, the five bolts of purple light were like a motor with three hundred revolutions. Just as the raging fire approached, it was quickly pulled away and whistled past without any pause.