The road of the Evil God might well have been a road paved with mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
The sins Mr. Tu had already committed were too numerous to be recorded even on every bamboo slip in the world.
And the sins he was about to commit were the true great terror.
Mo Hua's gaze was grave.
Only a "Fierce God" like him, who had crossed blades with Evil Gods time and again, could understand what was being concealed within this.
The many other prodigies of the sects could not.
They merely looked upon the dark, blood-soaked valley of demons before them and felt fear, yet they clearly could not comprehend what true "fear" was.
They were young, after all, their blood still running hot. After fearing for a while, a fierce courage born of hatred for evil rose in their hearts once more.
Especially the prodigies of the Four Great Sects. They had been heaven-blessed geniuses standing above tens of thousands, yet they had been schemed against by evil cultivators to this extent, even forced to slaughter fellow disciples. Beneath their pain, they had long been holding in a bellyful of rage.
Now that a chance to escape alive lay before them, they naturally wanted to gamble on it—charge straight out and wash away their shame with blood.
Ao Zheng clenched his fists until they crackled like thunder and said coldly, "Mere Flesh Demons—what are they worth mentioning? If we Ganxue Prodigies join forces and charge head-on, we will surely carve out a bloody path."
His words were full of fire, and the others immediately echoed him.
"Good!"
"Charge through! If demons block us, kill demons; if devils block us, purge devils!"
Yet most of those who spoke were disciples of the Four Great Sects. Virtually