Lin Hanshuang's emotions stirred slightly.
Her strength was the greatest among them, yet in the face of this kind of competition, it could hardly be called much of an advantage.
Instead, it might even turn into a disadvantage.
Even so, she would not shrink back. No matter when, the path of the strong required one to press forward bravely.
Before long, everyone had cleared out the entire Eight Immortals Stronghold.
Before leaving, they all looked back at the blood-soaked city. Countless numb and lifeless people remained within it, yet perhaps because there was now an extra glimmer of light in their eyes, this city that had once been suffocating beyond measure seemed, from afar, to faintly give off a trace of vitality.
"I wonder whether this is good or bad... These people have been steeped too deeply in a slave's nature. Leaving them here like this may not be a good thing for them."
Someone let out a soft sigh, their feelings tangled.
These people had been enslaved for too long. It was already difficult for them to stand back up.
Even though everyone from Eight Immortals Stronghold was now dead, many still had only numbness and indifference in their eyes. They continued trembling as they did what they believed they were supposed to do.
Even if they were forcibly stopped, it would be futile. Other than worsening the unease and terror in their hearts, making them frantically kneel and kow in pleading for mercy, nothing could be changed.
"These people... are beyond saving." The Fourth Elder looked down coldly.
They had completely lost the souls that knew "freedom," becoming existences like walking corpses. Even if their bodies regained freedom, the shackles in their hearts would be nearly impossible to unlock again...
There was nothing they could do about such