"Although we were mentally prepared before coming down here."
"This situation probably can no longer be described by the word 'terrible,' can it?"
Turning the Dead Soul before her to ashes with Buddhist power, Bai Qingrou's delicate brows drew together in a rare frown. Even though she cultivated the Buddhist Sect's supreme heart scripture and had attained the realm of immovability, where even the heavens collapsing before her would not change her expression, she could not help being shocked by the battlefield before her.
"Terrible is putting it mildly. All the battles in the Mythical Realm over the past hundred thousand years combined probably haven't happened as many times as they do here in a single day."
Guifang Su could not help drawing a breath. As a Ghost Sect disciple, his nature leaned toward righteousness, but both his Dao arts and his environment were undoubtedly steeped in evil.
They were no strangers to battlefields. The path of cultivation itself was a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
Moreover, they spent most of their time in the deepest reaches of the Western Domain, the foremost frontier closest to the underworld.
They had witnessed too many horrific scenes to count, so many that they had long since gone numb.
Even so, it was still difficult to remain calm at this moment. Goosebumps rose uncontrollably all over his body, and madness filled his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose.
Baili Jingxie used the power of lightning to refine to death more than a hundred Heaven Immortal-level Dead Souls rushing at him. With his brows tightly furrowed, he said, "This isn't the time for sighing. Let's go. The mission is complete—fall back first."
The three quickly retreated.
They fought as they withdrew, rapidly pulling back.
As the three fell back, countless Dead Souls