Ten-Mile Still Lake!
Xia Fei and the others swiftly gathered there with the fewer than eight hundred disciples who remained.
Though they would not truly die, the scene from before had still been far too horrifying—especially those terrifying demonic beasts that had blanketed the sky and covered the earth. The shock of it was simply unimaginable.
Even after accumulating quite a bit of experience, most of the righteous-path disciples were still pale-faced. In particular, having witnessed their senior and junior brothers perish in the beasts' jaws, their hands and feet could not help trembling slightly.
Xia Fei and the others saw this, yet said nothing.
After all, not everyone had the chance to witness such a scene firsthand. The impact was immense.
By now, the battle at Ten-Mile Still Lake had long since ended.
Demonic beast corpses littered the surrounding area, and blood had stained the vicinity crimson. Most shocking of all was the colossal octopus-like demonic beast in the lake, hacked into scattered pieces, its blood dyeing the lakewater red.
Di Gongrui, Xie Luoshang, and Hua Zhengtian were all there.
Not only them—the disciples of the three sects had also gathered here, their expressions exceedingly grim.
There was no helping it. Eight-Thousand-Foot Mountain had opened early; leaving aside the staggering number of demonic beasts, their strength was frighteningly formidable as well.
Under such circumstances, fighting alone was not something just anyone could afford to do.
It could be said that, apart from the chief disciples of the Three Sects and Five Greats, even the chief disciples of the Ten Great Clans would likely be trapped to death if they fell into an encirclement of beasts, with no way to escape.
At this moment, Di Gongrui and Xie Luoshang remained calm, but Hua Zhengtian's face was slightly pale, and his