Several months later, the once-lush Withered Bone Marsh Forest had grown somewhat desolate. The number of cultivators here had already plummeted by two-thirds.
After this period of recuperation, Li Xuanxiao's condition had recovered to its peak at an astonishing speed.
He did not stop moving. After a brief rest, he immediately set off for his next destination.
Xue Jian once again witnessed a bloody massacre.
Compared to the scene in the Withered Bone Marsh Forest, this operation was even swifter and more efficient.
Li Xuanxiao's strength had fully recovered. Within this region, he was practically invincible.
Coupled with the formidable support of the Myriad Souls Banner.
He moved as though through uninhabited territory. Wherever he went, blood flowed into rivers.
In less than a month, Li Xuanxiao had completed the cleansing of this region.
His strides were firm and swift, as though nothing in this world could halt his advance.
Without hesitation, he headed for his next target.
And so, one region after another suffered bloody purges beneath his rampage.
The cultivators fled in terror in every direction, but their speed was far inferior to Li Xuanxiao's pursuit.
Blood dyed the earth red, while corpses lay strewn everywhere, forming a horrifying scene that made one's hair stand on end.
In only a few short months, Li Xuanxiao's slaughter had plunged eight regions into dead silence.
Nearly half the cultivators had died by his hand. This string of atrocities shocked all Nine Great Regions.
People's fear of Li Xuanxiao grew by the day, and his name became a nightmare on everyone's lips.
There were even secret anti-Li Xuanxiao alliances forming, but Li Xuanxiao did not care about them.
After the great purge, he entered seclusion to digest the gains he had made over these past months.
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