"Betrayal! Shameless betrayal!"
Osmanthus Tree and the others from the Hall of the Doomsday Apocalypse looked at the humans tangled together, frozen where they stood in the postures they had held at the instant of death. Their furious roars sent towering tidal waves crashing through Lin Qi's sea of consciousness, rippling through his soul until he nearly lost control and sprayed his soul power wildly in every direction.
Great swathes of human corpses stood rigidly there. They wore identical clothing and wielded weapons of every kind, using the cruelest and most merciless techniques to kill the enemies before them. In many places, these humans, still radiating terrifyingly powerful killing intent, had their limbs entwined together, their teeth sunk deep into each other's throats, their entire palms blasted into each other's vital points.
Lin Qi stood before two middle-aged men facing each other, each with an entire arm plunged into the other's chest, and remained speechless for a long while.
They were all human, dressed alike and emanating equally powerful auras, yet they had beaten each other to death. Lin Qi could not tell who among them had been the traitor and who had been betrayed. Whether they had been good or evil in life, loyal or treacherous, they had all died here, rigid and still.
Osmanthus Tree's roots extended from Lin Qi's fingertips, continuously sweeping over the metal emblems on these people's chests as it called out their names.
One name after another rang out softly—Lin Clan, Yun Clan, Sha Clan... Osmanthus Tree continued to name one familiar surname after another. The surnames of the twelve ancient hidden clans echoed here again and again, mixed with a number of other surnames.
Lin Qi looked around. More than half of these dead humans were easterners, a tiny fraction were black spirits,