Fifty Ghost Kings—if placed in You Province, they naturally would not have been worth mentioning. But for the savage land of Yanzhou, they were an unimaginably powerful force.
Sweeping everything away posed no problem. Even if all the sects and clans in Yanzhou were gathered together, they still would not have had fifty Core Condensation Realm cultivators.
What was more, besides the Ghost Kings, there were also thousands upon thousands of low-level Yinhun. Yanzhou's cultivators all but collapsed at the first touch. In less than seven days, the entire territory had fallen.
Calamity descended, and all living beings were plunged into misery and suffering. Yanzhou's mortals were slaughtered almost to extinction, and the various sects and clans of the cultivation world also lost a great deal of their fighting strength.
Seeing that the matter could not be salvaged, the cultivators no longer fought head-on. They chose to preserve their strength, hoping to rise again from the eastern mountain.
However, Yanzhou was clearly no longer suited for survival. After painful consideration, they could only leave their homes behind and move their entire sects and clans to You Province to take temporary refuge.
"So that's how it was." Lin Xuan nodded. Although Xu Jia had spoken briefly, he could easily imagine how much blood, tears, and bitter fighting had been hidden within.
Now the Yinhun had already launched a massive offensive, yet the great forces of the cultivation world still had not been properly integrated. What the future held was still hard to say.
Lin Xuan fell silent, but soon recovered. Changing the subject, he said, "Miss Xu, may I ask how Fellow Daoist Qin Yan of your sect is doing now?"
The two of them had once shared life and death in Stream Leap Ravine. As for this Fairy in the