Their cultivators were not only stronger but also more numerous. From beginning to end, they swept through the enemy like a storm through rotten wood, without any surprises.
Everything developed as expected.
Even as he fought, Liu Yu spread his divine sense to its fullest extent, taking in everything that happened.
Turning to look, he saw that the others had already finished their battles and were cleaning up the battlefield with practiced ease.
Only one Divine Sand Sect cultivator remained alive. He had already been subdued, and Zhou Ziwen was torturing him until he wished he were dead.
"Aaagh!"
The Divine Sand Sect cultivator let out an agonized scream.
Seemingly intent on revenge, Zhou Ziwen had severed all five of the cultivator's appendages and was shaving away his flesh bit by bit with a small knife.
It was bloody and brutal, a horrifying sight!
But everyone present was a Sacred Fire Cult cultivator, bearing an irreconcilable hatred for the Divine Sand Sect. Some might even have lost friends and family to them. They saw nothing wrong with this torture; instead, they felt a faint sense of satisfaction.
Liu Yu walked over and watched calmly.
Countless cultivators had died directly or indirectly at his hands. Naturally, he felt no discomfort.
He was currently playing the role of a Foundation Establishment rogue cultivator, whose temperament would naturally be up to the task. There was no need to put on any particular expression or reaction.
"The longer the night, the more nightmares it brings. Finish this quickly."
Seeing the somewhat deranged smile on his friend's face, Tang Tianbao frowned almost imperceptibly, walked over, and spoke.
Displeasure flashed across Zhou Ziwen's face as he looked up. But he also knew that this was not the time for it; Divine Sand Sect reinforcements might arrive