Harvest

"Bang, bang, bang..."

"Ah—!"

"Haha..."

"Clang, clang, clang, clang..."

"Whoosh—!"

Dull thuds, miserable screams, wild laughter, and the clash of metal mingled together.

Their cultivation was profound, and when they raised their voices, the sounds were especially resounding.

The noise could carry for miles.

Chu Zhiyuan's incarnation looked down upon the slaughter below, his heart utterly unmoved.

The Demon Race and the Devil Race were mortal enemies as well. They would not unite in common hatred merely because they both wished to kill him and Li Miaotan.

Whenever they encountered one another, they would still seek to wipe the other out.

Yet among these two groups were no lack of levelheaded people, making it difficult for them to fight until both sides were crippled.

He saw that two Divine Descent cultivators had not joined the battle, merely standing at the outskirts and glaring coldly.

The Devil Race also had two who had not acted.

One was a middle-aged man in purple robes, standing with his hands behind his back. His face was as white as jade, while his eyes were black as ink, nearly devoid of any whites.

Beside him stood another handsome middle-aged man in purple robes. His expression was cold and gloomy, yet he looked deeply respectful.

Chu Zhiyuan sighed inwardly.

The world never went entirely as one wished. They were not puppets and could not be manipulated by him at will.

This was already the utmost he could achieve.

Going any further would draw the experts of the imperial city, but it would very likely expose the existence of the Heart Moon Saber.

That would be more loss than gain.

Thus, he could only watch and see how far the two sides would fight.

Time passed, and the slaughter gradually subsided.

Each side had four people seriously