The air over the battlefield reeked of blood and despair.
A cultivator screamed hysterically, his face contorted:
"Run! We can't hold this monster back!"
Yet the only answer was an even fiercer surge of White Bone Demon Soldiers.
The demon soldiers' blades gleamed coldly as they emotionlessly harvested the utterly routed cultivators.
"No! I don't want to die!" A young cultivator collapsed to his knees, both his legs broken, his blood staining the ground red.
His eyes brimmed with despair, but he could only watch helplessly as the demonic beasts drew closer, until the last glimmer of light went out in his eyes.
Of the cultivators around him, some tried to resist, while others had already given up.
Chang Zhichong could still fight as he retreated. He roared:
"Don't panic! Inspector Qing of the Condensed Jade Sect has extraordinary divine abilities! Hurry and ask His Lordship the Inspector for help!"
At these words, many cultivators seemed to have found their pillar of support, and some began running toward Inspector Qing.
Meanwhile, inside the Chang Residence.
Qing Chen's divine sense spread like an invisible net, covering an area of more than a hundred and forty zhang around him.
Within his perception, those Qi Refining cultivators were like ants, with nowhere to hide.
Their escape speeds were no match at all for Qing Chen's Nine-Bend Cloud-Brushing Evasion Technique.
Even their meticulously arranged battle formations proved pitifully fragile before Qing Chen's ever-strengthening demon fire.
He spent a little time exterminating every cultivator in the Chang Household who had seen his demon fire.
Then he set fire to the entire Chang Residence. Who knew how many innocent mortals died horribly in the flames.
Centuries-old Palace Pavilions were destroyed in a single day, with not one survivor left.
Men and women, young and old, cultivators