The magnificent Blood Mist spread out. The surviving Qinshan Sect disciples stared blankly at the scene. Qin Yun's pupils contracted sharply as he let out a shrill cry, "No!"
Qin Ze was the pillar of the Qinshan Sect and its only Titled Douluo-level expert. No one had expected him to perish like this. Even if time had been turned back just a quarter of an hour, no one could have foreseen this outcome.
Qin Yun's scream carried in every direction, jolting the other Qinshan Sect disciples awake as well.
They came to their senses and stared at Zhao Xuan in terror. Their feet retreated, and then they swiftly fled into the distance.
"Can you escape?"
Zhao Xuan spoke softly. His divine sense could now cover an area of roughly sixteen thousand meters. Within that range, who could escape his perception?!
Within his senses, several hundred figures were frantically fleeing in all directions. No one dared to look back.
Yet as they ran desperately, the space ahead of them would suddenly twist. Bolts of Purple Heaven Divine Lightning leaped from the warped, illusory air and swallowed them whole, leaving behind only clouds of ash.
In an instant, none of the Qinshan Sect's remaining several hundred disciples escaped. All of them turned to ashes.
Before him, Qin Yun's eyes were vacant. Within his field of vision, clusters of lightning flashed as Qinshan Sect disciples after disciples turned into ash.
"No, no, no..."
Qin Yun's eyes had lost their focus as he unconsciously muttered. Unable to bear it all, he descended into madness, clutching his head and crying out in agony. There was regret, resentment, and deep pain...
"Has he gone mad?"
Zhao Xuan stared at Qin Yun. The Thunder Domain receded, and a piercing chill probed toward Qin Yun.
Under the condensed