[You did not answer.]
[Your gaze swept over the ruins, over the piled-up corpses.]
[Three thousand people.]
[On the first day, three thousand had died.]
[This time, the seven Bizarre Emperors had joined forces for one purpose only: to wipe out your Xuanji Hall.]
[No one would come to support you. The Demon Race would not. The Ten Thousand Races would not. The Human Race even less so.]
[Dawn on the second day came very late, so late that you thought the sun would never rise again.]
[But the sky still brightened.]
[Blood-colored light seeped through the clouds in the east, illuminating the scarred and battered Xuanji Hall.]
[The City Wall had collapsed, the streets were destroyed, and burning wreckage and fallen banners were everywhere.]
[You counted again.]
[The dead had gone from three thousand to seven thousand.]
[Seven thousand corpses lay amid the ruins, like a harvested wheat field.]
[You stood at the highest point of the Main Peak, looking at the black torrent that had gathered again.]
[The seven emperors had become six, but the remaining six were even more frenzied than yesterday.]
[Gluttony stood at the very front. His eyes were pitch-black, bottomless, like two wells leading into the abyss.]
[Desire, Sloth, Arrogance, Envy, and Fury stood in five directions, sealing Xuanji Hall in so tightly that not even water could seep through.]
[Greed's death had made them realize one thing: they could not wait any longer.]
[They could not keep wearing you down.]
[They could not keep playing.]
[They no longer probed, no longer waited. On this second day, they would use their full strength.]
[Gluttony raised his hand.]
[He did not speak, but his gesture was clear enough.]
[The black torrent surged in from all directions at once, ten times fiercer than yesterday.]
[Chen Xuanji's