By the time he reached the gates of Spring God City, the pungent stench of blood had already filled Xiao Yan's nostrils.
The wooden gates were battered and broken, covered in signs of damage.
Expressionless, Xiao Yan slowly pushed open the gates, and a scene of hell on earth unfolded before him.
Beyond the gates lay streets that had once bustled with prosperity.
Now, however, those streets had been stained from end to end with dark red blood, taking on a gloomy, somber hue, like the hell spoken of in legends.
Besides the blood that soaked the ground, severed limbs lay strewn throughout every street and alley.
Pale bones and withered flesh were piled thickly together, and corpses drained of blood still bore the poses of their final struggles before death.
Above that expanse of dark purple, wisps of black mist curled through the air. When one touched Xiao Yan's body, a violent agitation rose within him.
He even felt the same craving for slaughter that he had experienced back in Evil Saint Ancient City.
This mist was much weaker than the one in Evil Saint Ancient City, however. With proper precautions, it would have considerable difficulty corrupting even a Da Dou Shi or a Dou Shi.
Unfortunately, most people in this city likely had not even reached the Dou Shi cultivation level.
And that was what had brought about the scene before him.
Looking at that hellish sight, Xiao Yan, who had always considered himself cold enough to regard the world with indifference, fell silent for the first time.
"Young Master!" Wen and Wu, the Two Saints, stepped out of the space behind Xiao Yan. Even with their Half-Saint cultivation level, the sight before them left them struggling for words.
It had been a long time since such devastation