The gale was like a pack of unbridled beasts, rampaging wildly across heaven and earth as it let out deafening roars, crazily tearing apart everything in its path.
Ink-dark clouds surged over from the horizon like black waves, densely blanketing the entire sky.
Dozens of disciples from the Illusory Demonic Sect heard what their martial uncle had said and exchanged bewildered glances, their eyes filled with shock and confusion.
As elites of a Super Demonic Sect, they had seen and heard much in their daily lives. At a glance, they could tell that the corpses strewn about had died miserably, their killer's methods so vicious they were enough to make one's hair stand on end.
Without much thought, they could conclude that the culprit was surely that terrifying Great Demon who killed without batting an eye, with both hands stained in blood.
If such a person were allowed to run rampant within the sect's sphere of influence, heaven knew what outrage-inducing calamity he might unleash.
However, the sect elders had already issued their orders. Though their hearts were full of worry, they could only obey helplessly and leave with their martial uncle.
Even so, the disciples' curiosity and unease did not diminish in the slightest. They secretly communicated through their thoughts, guessing at the origins of that mysterious killer.
"Senior brothers, what do you think of today's figure? Just what kind of great person is he?"
"Who he is, I have no idea, but one thing is certain: he definitely isn't from any orthodox sect."
"Just look at those cruel methods. He must be a vicious Great Demon who leaves corpses strewn for miles and kills like flies."
"I don't believe it. He merely slaughtered a bunch of Rogue Cultivators and evil cultivators. Many senior brothers within our sect could