"Young master, they're fighting so fiercely! That cave entrance looks like a terrifying black hole, with corpses being dragged out in an endless tide."
On a distant mountain peak, Little Fish stared in astonishment, as though she had discovered a whole new world. She simply could not understand why disciples of the same Misty Sect would slaughter one another like this.
"Indeed. Let's watch for a while first. Everything inside is completely hidden,
as though shrouded beneath a mysterious veil. It's impossible to make heads or tails of it, and we don't know what drove them to fight so madly.
Look at the ones in gray robes, like walking corpses. Those are disciples of the Corpse Puppet Sect. The ones in white robes, looking like immortals about to drift into the heavens, are naturally disciples of the Misty Sect.
As for those dressed in gaudy clothes of every color, they should be people from the various minor factions."
Wang Baishun's analysis was clear and orderly. Little Fish, Carp King, the Old Eagle patriarch, and the others listened with rapt attention, as though immersed in a magnificent speech.
This was a rare chance for them to learn about the outside world. The densely packed members of the Demon Race below the peak also pricked up their ears, their hearts brimming with curiosity.
"See that fellow with the outrageously flirtatious walk? What he's using is the Misty Immortal Step,
but beneath his feet, it's been twisted beyond recognition, like a prancing clown putting on a show.
Now look at those Corpse Puppet Sect disciples. They love controlling puppets. Some have even refined their own bodies, attaining human-puppet unity.
Their bodies are like cast steel, indestructible and impervious to blades and spears. It's enough to make your hair stand on end..."
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