Flames were spreading.
Layers of flame suddenly blazed within Fang Yang's abyssal eyes.
The flames were so restrained, yet so savage.
The aura around him was gradually rising as well.
He did not suppress it.
Nor did he conceal it in the slightest.
Rumble, rumble. A torrential downpour suddenly swept through heaven and earth.
Once the Profound Heaven Strategy was set in motion, it naturally brought shifting winds and clouds.
The Demonic Path Disciples turned deathly pale. Even their breathing seemed to clog in their chests. It was such agony, such torment.
"H-heaven and earth are resonating! This is the realm of Unity of Heaven and Man! The fiend really has reached Unity of Heaven and Man!"
They trembled, letting the rain fall upon them, suffering unbearable pain.
The spiritual power within them seemed to be dissipating.
Every drop of rain seemed to be a strand of Sword Qi, utterly beyond their ability to block.
Some raised shields of spiritual power, but as the rain fell, those shields dissolved in just a second.
Some tried to flee, but the rain blanketing the sky had already covered everything. They had nowhere left to run.
"Ah! It hurts! Spare us!"
"We weren't the ones who killed your disciple! We're all innocent!"
"Run! The fiend's gone mad!"
"We can't escape! Fight this fiend to the death!"
"..."
As the rain fell, killing intent descended without warning.
The autumn rain was bleak, heralding Autumn Slaughter.
Under Autumn Slaughter, no one could escape unscathed.
One Demonic Path Disciple after another fell, their bodies dissolving into bloody water, their eyes unclosed in death...
Blood stained the ground red. The entire second floor of the Illusory Moon Tower reeked of blood.
Before long, these Demonic Path Disciples had been all but wiped out, with only some