Above Hulun Lake.
By the time Lu Yang flew back, the battles of Turbid Wine, Bai Shi, and the others had basically ended. Against the powerful members of the Iron Blood Brotherhood wielding the Moonlit Night Seven Forms, the Summoner Clan had no chance, especially against Bai Shi.
Using the Moonlit Night Seven Forms in his Ghost-Faced Howler form, even though he had only reached the early quasi-god stage, every heavy blow tore Great Rifts several kilometers long and dozens of meters deep into the ground.
It was winter, and the ground was frozen solid, yet Bai Shi could still achieve such destructive power. Every Summoner Clan elder who fought him was split alive, along with the summoned demon spirits.
Zhou Tianming alone controlled six Summoner Clan elders. He had not even needed to use the Moonlit Night Seven Forms; the Thirty-Three Heavens alone threw both the elders and their summoned demon spirits into an illusion they could not escape. Then Zhou Tianming casually killed them one by one with his soul blade.
Xia Yuwei and Ku Ai Bansheng were equally formidable. With two people and two swords weaving among the Summoner Clan elders, they were slain before they could even touch their clothes.
Even De Bu Chang Shi, Luo Siyu, and Chu Xiao, whose results were comparatively poorer, had each killed an elder. By the time Lu Yang returned, the dozen or so of them had just finished their battles.
"How is everyone? Are you all right?" Lu Yang asked.
Turbid Wine, Bai Shi, and the others all shook their heads. There was no fatigue on their faces after the battle; instead, they were filled with excitement. For the first time, they had experienced what it felt like to utterly crush a race from another world. After so many