With Master Liu dead, the Moon-Worship Cult was suddenly left without a leader.
The cultists, already thrown into disarray by the backlash from the formation, now fell into utter panic.
"Ma... Master Liu!"
"The guardian is dead!!"
A few core cultists with somewhat higher cultivation managed to suppress the surging blood in their throats and tried to flee, but the Bureau of Strange Suppression squad lying in wait around the perimeter had blocked off their escape routes.
"Kill them! Leave no one alive!"
Yue Shan's roar cut through the chaos. His blade swept out like a bolt of lightning, instantly sending a ferocious cultist who came charging with a howl flying. Blood stained the blade, gleaming black in the light of the Red Moon.
Within minutes, the Moon-Worship Cultists present had all been cut down, leaving only a field of corpses and the thick stench of blood.
"Many thanks for your help tonight, Director Lei!" Yue Changkong clasped his hands solemnly toward Lei Wanjun, who stood before the Life-Force Cauldron.
"The matter here is settled. Although I badly wounded that madman from Heavenly King Temple, he certainly won't let this go. Stay here and wrap things up as quickly as possible. I'll escort the Life-Force Cauldron back to Jin City first."
After giving his instructions, Lei Wanjun swept up the Life-Force Cauldron and transformed into a streak of dazzling lightning. He tore through the air and vanished in an instant.
Chen Mo watched the streak of light disappear rapidly over the horizon, unconcealed longing in his eyes.
Who wouldn't envy a method like that?
To see such thunderous cultivation after the Red Moon's arrival was truly an eye-opener.
At the same time, though, his heart felt heavy. The gap between him and these experts was like that between a firefly