Blood Qi soared into the heavens, and blood flowed into rivers.
Across the square outside the Chen Family's Guest Hall, mangled corpses lay everywhere. Especially around the spot where Lu Ye had been surrounded by a mountain of people and at the entrance to the Guest Hall—the bodies in both places had piled into small hills.
The Chen Family was a sixth-grade family. Though the number of cultivators in the clan was not especially great, it was by no means small. During the battle, many Lingxi and Cloud River cultivators had continually rushed over from the direction of Heaven's Mystery Hall. Altogether, there had been several hundred of them.
Yet at this moment, all several hundred had perished here.
Seventy percent had died in the fierce battle, while the final thirty percent had died for no apparent reason.
The dark clouds dispersed from the sky, and moonlight spilled down.
Xiao Xinghe and the others stepped out of the Guest Hall. Gazing upon the hellish sight before them, they all felt a chill rise in their hearts.
It was not as though they had never seen dead people before. It was simply that the final cultivators of the Chen Family had died far too strangely.
No one knew how they had died.
Moreover, the Chen Family's fearless, death-defying conduct during the battle had been incomprehensible. Those countless figures charging forward one after another had not seemed like living people at all, but beasts that had lost their minds.
A series of cracking sounds rang out. Everyone looked up to see the three-zhang-tall figure beneath the moonlight suddenly collapse, turning once more into tiny fragments and spheres the size of infants' heads.
Lu Ye raised a hand and caught them, then drifted lightly to the ground. His body swayed slightly.
Lin Yinxiu