The Blood Sect occupied a vast expanse, comparable in size to Thunder City.
Peaks rose in overlapping ranks, shrouded in blood aura.
At the very heart of the Blood Sect lay the Blood Sea. Crimson, viscous blood churned and flowed within it, filling the air with a cloyingly sweet, bloody stench.
The bizarre sight made it feel as though they had entered another dimension.
Along the way, shattered walls and ruins lay everywhere. Low-level cultivators killed by the sonic waves were scattered throughout, their clothes in tatters and blood spilling from all seven orifices. Their deaths had been gruesome enough to make the heart recoil.
Wisps of blood aura continually seeped from the corpses and returned to the Blood Sea, drawing long crimson threads through the air.
Hovering above the Blood Sect, Lin Bai stared expressionlessly down at the mountains of corpses and sea of blood. He remained silent for a long time, a completely different man from the one who had just battled heaven and earth.
Little White Fox was scared out of her wits by the hellish scene. She clutched Hu He's sleeve and dared not let go.
Her siblings who had yet to take human form huddled at Hu He's feet, covering their heads with their tails and trembling.
Most of the players stopped talking. The game neither pixelated the carnage nor blocked any of their five senses.
Living in an age of peace, when had they ever witnessed such devastation?
After all.
This was not a zombie game viewed through a screen. The bloody stench lingering beneath their noses and the hideous faces of the dead caused them severe psychological distress...
Some players kept dry-heaving, covering their eyes because they could not bear to look at the scene below;
Some players with weaker nerves simply logged