Within Lin'an, demonic miasma blotted out the sun.
It was not yet evening.
Yet the sky had already gone completely dark-not the normal pitch-black of night, but a gray night veiled in murky air.
This gray, murky air.
Besides the vast quantities of Demonic Qi and Gu Worms swirling within it, most of it was manifested from blood energy, pestilence, resentment, and other forms of negative Killing Intent.
Generally speaking.
Even when a small town was slaughtered and offered in a blood sacrifice, its resentment dispersed through the Void Layer. Only Inner Qi experts could vaguely sense it; it was not something visible at all times.
But now.
Even those who were not martial artists could see the resentment within Lin'an with their naked eyes.
The wretched state of this great metropolis.
Was easy to imagine.
"Young Hero Jiang, I saw that Tong Shaoxuan was wreathed in Demonic Qi, his life hanging by a thread and his Essence Flower polluted. I'm afraid losing his Grandmaster martial arts will not be the worst of it."
Watching Zhuge Xin and the few remaining young disciples leave in a sorry state with the unconscious Tong Shaoxuan, Jiang Nianci walked over, her beautiful face full of ruefulness.
It was not that she particularly sympathized with the people of the Hanging Mountain Sword Sect.
Rather, all these disciples of a martial holy land would be first-rate talents and prodigies anywhere.
Their futures could have been boundless.
But caught in a game where a Demon Sect Martial Saint placed the pieces, these so-called talents and prodigies were merely pawns to be discarded at will before they could mature.
Even the Hanging Mountain Sword Scion, who had once placed tremendous pressure on the Two-East Region, was no exception.
"In an ordinary sect, these injuries would indeed be