Qing Lin's Fury

Heavenly Snake Mansion's two ancestors had both fallen into bitter battle, their robes stained with blood. The fate of Heavenly Snake Mansion seemed to have reached its finish line, as endless darkness slowly descended.

Below, stripped of their ancestors' absolute protection, the disciples of Heavenly Snake Mansion once again became locked in a brutal melee with the Lion Nether Sect army surging forward like a tide.

At every moment, someone screamed and fell. Blood, like cheap dye, splashed endlessly across the sect's charred, shattered ground, gathering into streams and flowing into the cracks of the ruins. Severed limbs lay everywhere, while the thick stench of blood seemed almost solid as it shot into the sky.

Wails, deathbed curses, the ear-piercing clangor of weapons colliding madly, the explosion sounds of Dou Techniques clashing... all kinds of sounds intertwined into an incomparably despairing, incomparably cruel symphony of death.

Under the absolute disparity in strength, Heavenly Snake Mansion's defenses melted away like ice and snow beneath sunlight. Hope seemed to have utterly receded as the two ancestors were suppressed.

The faint glimmer that had just been kindled was once more swallowed by boundless darkness and despair.

As Heavenly Snake Mansion's situation grew increasingly perilous, an Elder whose beard and hair stood on end, his body covered in several bone-deep wounds, gazed at the two ancestors swaying in the sky like candles in the wind. Then he looked at the disciples around him, continually collapsing into pools of blood. Their dying wails were like blades carving into his heart. At last, he could no longer restrain himself; tears streamed down his aged face, his heart filled with endless helplessness and bone-deep sorrow.

"Could it be... that Heaven truly intends to destroy my Heavenly Snake Mansion? Must the foundation we have passed down for a