"We humbly obey your decree, Lord Devil Lord!" With a solemn expression, Yuwen Bujing dropped heavily onto one knee, cupped his fists, and loudly acknowledged the command.
With that, he spurred his magic power, summoned his flight light, and raced toward Cold Mountain Temple like wind and lightning.
The Demon Guards behind him followed closely, each stirring their Spiritual Power and raising clouds of dust as they kept pace.
Before long, they arrived before the mountain gate of the Cold Mountain Temple Branch Altar.
Yuwen Bujing dismissed his flight light and swept a cold gaze over the surroundings. Then he waved his hand and shouted, "Open the Storage Bags and dump everything out!"
At the order, the Demon Guards untied the Storage Bags at their waists and formed hand seals with both hands.
In an instant, streaks of black light flashed, and the Storage Bags opened wide. Corpses and remains poured out, scattering over the Stone Steps and flagstones before the main hall.
Two thousand corpses, some incomplete and others mangled beyond recognition, lay strewn carelessly across the ground like torn rags.
Great chunks of Demon Beast carcasses were also piled haphazardly on top, some still bearing savage fangs, others with Spiritual Power lingering in their fur.
Various Blood Path Spiritual Materials were carefully placed inside jade boxes.
Severed arms struck the Gilded Buddha Pillars amid splashing droplets of blood, shattered bones lodged in the cracks between Lotus-Patterned Bricks, and blood gathered into rivulets down the steps, staining the once-golden Buddhist bricks a dark purple.
Before the Buddhist Sect's main hall, the scene resembled a hell of ten thousand horrors.
In the clearing before the mountain gate, more than ten thousand mortals also lay sprawled every which way like lambs awaiting slaughter.
There were farmers, their hands still tightly clutching