C2378 The Treasure of the Demon Sect

Behind Zhang Xing, blood flowed like a river. It was a mess. Occasionally, a few disciples who were knocked out by the mountain rocks would wake up. When they saw the scene in front of them, they would close their eyes and pretend to be dead.

At this moment, none of the disciples dared to approach Zhang Xing. They held weapons in their hands, and their bodies were trembling