The flying boat sped onward, and amid the long black night, clusters of mortal villages and towns illuminated by formation arrays occasionally came into view.
Yet every active figure, whether mortal or cultivator, wore an exceptionally grave or terrified expression.
As they drew closer to the former grounds of the Phantom Star Sect, now the territory of the Sinful Path,
scenes of brutal horror began appearing in Su Shi'er's sight.
In many villages and towns, the formations still gave off faint light.
But as far as the eye could see, blood flowed in rivers, and the thick stench of blood soared into the sky.
In the pools of blood lay mortals and cultivators alike, slaughtered by Evil Spirit Ghost Cultivators and demonic beasts lurking in the darkness.
Su Shi'er had already known, from Zhu Hanwei's account, that Muyun Prefecture had become a living hell.
But when the real scenes came crashing before him, even his usually steady state of mind trembled, and anger unconsciously rose in his heart.
His fists slowly clenched, and Su Shi'er's face gradually turned incomparably grim.
He did not know how far they had traveled when miserable howls suddenly reached his ears. Su Shi'er's pupils contracted, and he swiftly lowered his head to look toward the sound.
In his field of vision, people were clearly fleeing in disarray through a small town lit by the glow of a formation.
Outside the town's formation, yin winds howled. Countless evil spirits floated in the wind, while several hundred humanoid ghost cultivators, their bodies half-illusory and half-solid, greedily watched the figures inside the formation with utterly cruel expressions.
"Heh heh... There are quite a lot of people in this town!"
"**Everyone, put some muscle into it! Break this defensive formation quickly, devour these people's souls, and our cultivation realms