Before long, all the White Lotus Sect members who encountered the Demon Suppression Guards were beheaded and fell into pools of blood, dying without knowing why. They could truly be called unlucky.
Occasionally, a few White Lotus Sect disciples with higher martial cultivation reacted in time, drew their weapons to resist, and tried to stop the Demon Suppression Guards' advance.
But most of them were only in the Celestial Person Realm or Nirvana Realm. Against the Demon Suppression Guards' human-wave tactics and the combined suppression of several Nirvana Realm cultivators, their resistance was like ants trying to shake a tree, utterly useless.
Screams and the clash of weapons rose one after another. In the blink of an eye, several weapons pierced the bodies of those resisting White Lotus Sect experts. Their blood stained Spirit Mountain's ground red, and the sparks of resistance were instantly extinguished.
The Demon Suppression Guards swept onward in triumphant strides, every slash drawing blood. They killed with unbridled satisfaction, their morale soaring and the killing intent around them growing ever denser. Wherever they passed, White Lotus Sect corpses littered the ground, with not a single survivor left behind.
Meanwhile, Chen Tianjun, who was racing down from Spirit Mountain's main peak, was in an utterly foul mood. The aura surrounding him grew increasingly violent, almost freezing the air along his path.
He wore snow-white Daoist robes, their hems billowing. Several White Lotus Sect elders followed behind him, all with gloomy expressions and heavy, concentrated auras, hurrying down the mountain.
Looking down, they saw the Demon Suppression Guards slaughtering the White Lotus Sect disciples.
Some White Lotus Sect members' corpses had been beheaded, while others had their throats slit with a single stroke. Blood wound down the stone steps, staining the mountain's vegetation red. Those were all subordinates