On the west side of Heaven Dou City, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's residence, once prosperous beyond compare and hailed as the greatest auxiliary sect under heaven, had now completely become a living hell.
The main fortress that had once towered into the clouds, symbolizing wealth and status, had collapsed by more than half beneath the terrifying Shadow Gale.
Exquisite glazed tiles lay shattered across the ground, mixed together with severed limbs and scarlet blood, giving off a nauseating, pungent stench of gore.
The black clouds in the night sky were like a massive slab of lead, pressing down hard on the ruins, crushing every last shred of hope for survival.
They were no ordinary storm clouds, but a curtain of death condensed from a high concentration of Shadow Origin.
It cut off the Starlight, cut off all sound, and cut off any possible reinforcements. In this sealed-off domain, death was the only truth.
Clang—!
An exceptionally piercing clash of metal erupted at the center of the ruins, and a violent shockwave sent dozens of tons of broken stone flying into the sky.
Sword Douluo Chen Xin let out a muffled grunt. His entire body looked as if it had been struck by a meteor, his feet plowing two half-meter-deep trenches through the hard bluestone ground. He was forced back more than a hundred steps before he barely managed to steady himself.
This rank ninety-six peak Douluo, famed throughout the continent, was now in a state that could only be called wretched to the extreme.
His once spotless white robes had long since been completely dyed red with blood, and wounds of all sizes cut so deep that bone was visible.
Most fatal of all was his right arm, which now hung limply at his side at a bizarre