The prehistoric thugs were engaged in sickening slaughter. Filth of every color stained the glaciers, while snow and rock were scorched into pockmarked ruins. The ring-shaped world overhead sealed off space so none could escape, and it also barred energy arts from damaging the mountain.
Bai Yujun could not be bothered to watch them fight. She found a suitable leaf and blew a monotonous tune.
Fuzhu on the door revealed its eyes and looked around wildly.
"I remember them..."
Its eyes shifted, as though it had recalled something unpleasant.
"Why are they still alive? A pack of lunatics with broken brains! Anything recognized by all living beings, they have to oppose and destroy!"
It turned to look at the white dragon. The white dragon kept her head lowered, focused on playing her tune, as if she had not seen the battlefield where sky and earth were darkened and flesh flew everywhere.
In truth, Bai Yujun had been controlling the seal of the ring-shaped world all along, preventing damage to Kunlun Mountain.
Ignoring the chaotic sounds around her, she saw only the leaf before her clearly. The figures fighting all around were blurred as she gently played a pleasant melody.
One Demonic Beast was swung around heavily by a vicious thug and smashed into the ground near the door, making ice and snow leap everywhere.
Startled, Fuzhu nearly shrank back into the door. Seeing that the white dragon still had her head lowered, it held itself back.
The chaotic slaughter had no order whatsoever. To these thugs, there was no such thing as teammates or companions. They only knew how to charge ahead madly. Everyone but themselves could die. Had the white dragon not been watching, they would have attacked even their fellow prisoners.
Once they finished a kill, they began