The number of Azure Thunder Ancient Clan cultivators was dwindling at an avalanche-like speed.
That purple-black lightning pillar was still locked in a stalemate with Luo Qinghan's cold moon, but its might had already visibly weakened.
"No!"
"Our Azure Thunder Ancient Clan has endured for tens of thousands of years. We cannot perish here!"
"We surrender!"
"We are willing to hand over all our resources. We only beg to be spared!"
The surviving Azure Thunder Ancient Clan cultivators finally broke down.
They threw down their magic treasures and knelt upon the bloodstained icy rock, trembling from head to toe like chaff in a sieve.
Seeing this, Baili Hong sheathed his blade and turned to look at Luo Qinghan.
Luo Qinghan pushed upward with her right hand. The enormous cold moon let out a hum, and the purple-black lightning pillar finally gave out, exploding from the middle with a thunderous crash.
Countless tiny arcs of lightning scattered and vanished between heaven and earth like falling rain.
The stone tower's surface dimmed, as though all its power had been drained away.
The ink-black thunderclouds gradually dispersed, and the sky returned to its original gray-white hue.
Mo Li withdrew the shadows, and Xu Changqing's group of four once more set foot upon the cracked icy rock.
Yet the sight before them made everyone frown.
The entire city had been completely reduced to ruins.
Severed limbs lay everywhere, and deep ravines cleaved open by lightning could be seen everywhere.
Blood pooled into dark-red streams that gurgled through the cracks in the icy rock.
The stench of blood in the air was so thick it nearly congealed into substance, exceptionally pungent.
Only five Azure Thunder Ancient Clan cultivators remained alive.
They knelt on the ground, their Dao Hearts having long since been shattered by Baili