By the twelfth hour after Xuanchi Island fell, the whole of Xuanchi City had long since become a ravaged wasteland of ruins.
Like packs of bloodthirsty demons, squads of Demon Guards scoured the rest of Xuanchi Island, sparing not a single living cultivator.
Four or five hours earlier, the cultivators in Xuanchi City had already been all but wiped out in this sudden catastrophe.
A bloody wind carried a charred stench into the sky, and blood had stained every street in the city dark red.
Looking back on those eight chilling hours in the city, two thousand Demon Guards had rampaged through Xuanchi City like starving wolves pouncing on prey.
In groups of ten or twenty, they swept through streets and alleys, their divine sense searching like sharp blades.
Any living thing they saw, whether male or female, young or old, regardless of cultivation, was beheaded with a single stroke.
Along the way, following Lin Changsheng's orders, Yuwen Bujing gathered the Demon Envoys' "spoils" one by one.
There were over two thousand one hundred corpses, along with countless treasures.
These were all sacrifices to be presented to the Devil Lord.
By then, the Cold Mountain Temple Branch Altar had been sealed off by a formation.
Following the Purple Tenuity Devil Lord's instructions, Yuwen Bujing carefully threw the corpses into a formation gate, one after another.
The moment each corpse entered, a force enveloped it, and it vanished without a trace.
Before Earthfire Fortress at the southwestern corner of Xuanchi Island, the massive bronze gates had been blasted full of spiderweb cracks, and cultivators' curses rang out from within.
His expression cold and stern, Lin Changsheng advanced step by step over the corpses strewn across the ground.
The bodies lay sprawled in every direction, their foul corpse qi surging through