"Damn it, damn it, damn it!"
"How did this happen? How did it come to this?"
The Blood Pattern Palace's senior disciple was fleeing like mad, with a righteous-path force of a full hundred people behind him.
Ordinarily, a hundred-man force would have been nothing much.
But among this group were not only disciples of the Ten Great Clans—there were even disciples of the Five Greats.
The gap was simply too vast!
The Blood Pattern Palace disciples he had led had been slaughtered clean in an instant.
The Five Greats' disciples had acted directly. While disciples of the Ten Great Clans led those from lesser sects in besieging him, they swiftly dealt with everyone else.
This was completely different from how things had been before.
In the past, disciples of the Five Greats would not even spare people like them a second glance. Either they were after the treasures within the Heavenly Moon Grotto, or they had their sights on people from Prison King Hall and the Netherworld Path.
It sounded laughable, but that was the truth. To the righteous-path disciples of Dry Province, the demonic-path disciples within the Heavenly Moon Grotto were merely a trial.
In other words, compared to the outcome of killing someone, the process of battle mattered more.
Now, everything was different.
This was no longer a battle between cultivators. This was war!
Swiftly and efficiently killing the weak, then joining forces to deal with the strong—the righteous path's usual method. Absolute strength created absolute suppression, which ultimately became absolute annihilation.
Faced with more than a dozen magic artifacts attacking from different angles, Blood Scar circulated all his dharma power. His hands turned an astonishing red, glowing crimson as they met the incoming artifacts with a chilling sheen.
Clang! Clang! Bang! Thud!
Though he knocked some