A giant tiger as tall as a small mountain stood upright on its hind legs.
It lowered its head and drank from the stream already drenched in blood.
In the town not far away, blood had long since flowed in rivers.
Crows flew back and forth through the sky, pecking at everything, while wild dogs feasted.
The air reeked of rot and blood.
Corpses littered the wilderness...
Those words were no exaggeration.
Crows circled overhead, and wild dogs feasted.
A thousand-foot python coiled around the city, as though treating the entire city as its prey.
This little island had already become a feeding ground for these Yaomo.
The Cultivators watching from the sky merely looked on from afar.
For the Imperial City had not yet fallen, and the earth vein had not yet appeared.
Just then.
Clang-!!
A sword's ring suddenly resounded like thunder.
The blade was as thin as paper, gleaming like silver.
A moment later, Sword Qi plunged straight down like a silver pillar.
"By order of our sect leader, the disciples of Shushan have come to provide aid, suppress the Yaomo, and protect the Dragon Vein.
"Leave at once. Any who remain here
"will be killed without exception!!"
Wen Ruyu's voice rang out like that of a god above the highest heavens.
"Shushan!?"
Shushan of Central Province possessed a formidable reputation.
Who had not heard of it? Who did not know it?
More than half the various factions that had been watching the spectacle, all harboring some hope of picking up easy gains, immediately left.
None had the courage to pit themselves against Shushan.
Quite a few Yaomo also fled swiftly upon hearing the name Shushan.
Of course, men died for wealth as birds died for food.
Some people did not fear Shushan, and naturally, some Yaomo