Sect Master Peak.
The once-magnificent Sect Master's Main Hall had been reduced to a ruined foundation. The hall above it had completely collapsed, and seven or eight mutilated corpses lay scattered nearby.
Among them was Feng Tu, the Formation Hall master who had betrayed the sect.
His skull seemed to have been crushed by a blunt weapon, and one of his arms had been severed. His remaining right hand clutched half a broken Formation Disc, every Formation Pattern on its surface extinguished.
Farther away, where Azure Cloud Plaza had once stood, there was now an enormous, bottomless pit, with five or six mutilated corpses at the bottom.
Judging by the number of bodies, all the Tai Sui Gate experts Zhu Ang had brought were likely dead. The two Inner Sect elders accompanying Han Kang had not escaped death either.
Both sides had clearly suffered casualties in this battle, but the Tai Sui Gate's losses were plainly far heavier than those of the Azure Cloud Sect!
"Today was only the beginning, Brother Han. Until we meet again, hahaha!"
High in the sky, Zhu Ang, his white robes stained with blood, cupped his hands toward Han Kang and laughed before turning and flying away.
He left with utter nonchalance, without so much as a glance at his subordinates' corpses. Losing so many Foundation Establishment experts at once seemed to mean nothing to him.
By contrast, Han Kang's face was livid, his teeth grinding audibly.
The dark-gold staff in his hand was riddled with cracks and badly damaged. Cloud Crane High Person lay nearby, his breath as faint as a thread. His lips occasionally moved, producing broken sounds that seemed to be... Lin Mo!
"I have failed you."
Han Kang put away his staff and helped Cloud Crane High Person sit up. He