C2399 The Survivors Were Begging for Their Lives

This sword first split into two, then into ten, and finally into thousands of flying swords.

The rain of swords rushed into the crowd like a wolf into a flock of sheep, and the painful cries of the cultivators could be heard everywhere.

The hatred that Darknorth Ancestor had for the Green Lotus Cult had already penetrated deep into his bones. Now, of course, he wouldn't let them go