The Shock Zhou Tong Brought

Yuan Sect, a hundred miles away.

On a mountain peak, over a hundred Yuan Sect disciples had gathered. Their sharp gazes continuously swept across the surroundings, and from time to time, someone would dart out to scout other areas.

"What is that?"

As time passed, someone suddenly cried out in alarm.

In the distant sky, the light suddenly became much brighter. Within that surging radiance seemed to be countless figures.

"This is bad! Send the signal!"

The sentries' expressions changed drastically, fear flooding their eyes as shrill cries burst from their mouths.

Whoosh!

Fiery-red light shot from their hands and blossomed high in the sky, clearly visible even from a hundred miles away.

Yet just as the signal was released, the light at the edge of the horizon swept over in an instant. Only then did they see that within it was a boundless sea of figures.

These figures stared at them with savage eyes, their gazes filled with bone-deep hatred.

Swish swish!

Without a word, countless attacks howled down from the sky. Under that frenzied barrage, the entire mountain peak was razed to the ground.

Yuan Sect.

Demonic Qi coiled throughout the sect, as though mournful ghostly howls drifted from within. At this moment, Yuan Sect had also descended into chaos.

Countless figures darted about. Then, as they raised their heads, they saw the sweeping tide of light and people in the distance, stretching so far that its end could not be seen.

No one knew exactly how many people had come.

Even though Demonic Qi swirled in the eyes of Yuan Sect's disciples, such a force still sent intense shock flashing across their faces.

"Kill!"

Countless figures appeared outside Yuan Sect. The moment many of them spotted Yuan Sect disciples, their eyes turned bloodshot. With a roar,