Man Hu and the others knew there was no way they could escape Yue Qianchou alive this time. They secretly agreed to self-destruct their dantians together, hoping to kill Yue Qianchou and avenge their master, Bing Chengzi. Yet the gap in cultivation between both sides was simply too vast. Before they had even reached midair, countless rays of rosy light shot through them, shredding them into a rain of blood on the spot.
Although the several hundred remaining disciples of Myriad Demon Palace shared a common hatred for their enemy, how could they possibly withstand the siege of three thousand immortal level experts? In an instant, fierce rosy light filled their vision, and screams rang out without end. In no more than a moment, there was scarcely a single intact corpse left below. Severed limbs and broken legs lay in a bloody mess, while a thick stench of blood choked the air...
At Zhang Peng's next command, the three thousand "hero" team members swiftly scattered, searching for survivors who might have escaped by sheer luck.
Hovering in the air, Yue Qianchou took out a Spirit Awakening Pill and directly stuffed it into the mouth of Xin Lao San, whom Zhang Peng had tucked beneath his arm. Just then, a groan came from the heap of corpses. Yue Qianchou and Zhang Peng both looked over in surprise. Neither had expected anyone to survive such a ferocious assault.
The severed limbs were pushed aside, revealing a blood-soaked man sitting up. More precisely, he no longer had a lower body, and there was a large hole in his chest as well. It was already a miracle that he had not died, though death was not far away.
Yue Qianchou narrowed his eyes and recognized Chou Wuyuan. Chou Wuyuan gasped raggedly and intermittently, seemingly