"Kill them."
The Moon Palace cultivators and the male cultivators who had been captured saw their chance and rose up in revolt.
During this time, they had suffered inhuman torment. Now, they wanted to vent every shred of hatred burning in their hearts.
Boom!
Li Xuancang's pressure was like that of a god and a demon. He sealed the mountain gate, leaving no one able to take even half a step outside.
The Hehuan Sect members fell into despair. There was no path to heaven and no door into the earth; they could only wait for death to descend.
After fighting for a long time, the great battle was nearing its end.
Countless Hehuan Sect disciples had been killed or wounded. Only a portion remained, still making a desperate last stand.
"Die!"
As the last Hehuan Sect member fell, the Hehuan Sect's hundred thousand-plus disciples were utterly wiped out.
"Leave."
Li Xuancang and Su Xinghai departed with the gravely wounded, dying Ancestor Mihuan.
"Thank you, Marquis Wu'an, for saving our lives. In our next lives, we will bind grass in our mouths and carry rings in our beaks, serve as oxen and horses, and repay your lordship's boundless grace!"
The crowd knelt on the ground, repeatedly kowtowing toward Li Xuancang's departing back.
Without Li Xuancang, their fates were easy to imagine.
Li Xuancang paid it no mind.
He had destroyed the Hehuan Sect merely because it had enmity with him. He had never intended to save anyone.
After returning to Yu Prefecture City, Su Xinghai immediately began devouring Ancestor Mihuan.
"Ah..."
Ancestor Mihuan let out a miserable scream, wishing he were dead.
In the past, when he harvested his cauldron furnaces and watched them die in agony, he had greatly enjoyed their final wails.
The wheel of fortune turned. Now