Snake Lance and the others, who were one-sidedly slaughtering the Strength Clan members, suddenly felt a terrifying surge of energy from the direction of the entrance, making them all look over.
"What terrifying power. As expected of that person."
Snake Lance clicked his tongue inwardly. Even if he had faced that attack himself, he would not have lasted a second, let alone that Old Gorilla.
"Speed it up. Sir's side is already finished."
"Yes."
The group struck even harder, and the screams within the clan grew denser.
"Damn it, who the hell are you bastards? How... how dare you."
Tailuo, watching clan members fall one after another before his eyes, glared at these executioners with bloodshot eyes, but with his meager strength, there was nothing he could do.
In the end, he could only join forces with several elders of the clan and desperately protect a few highly talented young family disciples, carving out a bloody path.
"Hurry and run. Go find the elders of the other three clans to shelter you. Whatever you do, don't look back."
The group of children had long since been scared out of their wits. Nodding with tears and snot streaming down their faces, they used every ounce of strength they had to sprint out of the clan territory.
Snake Lance saw everything, but he had no intention of chasing after them to stop them. He only unconsciously quickened the pace of the slaughter.
Dozens of minutes later, Snake Lance and the Soul Masters of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect surrounded the last surviving members of the Strength Clan in the middle, looking down at them with cold eyes.
Tailuo, who had only one breath left, desperately opened his exhausted eyes and glared viciously at Snake Lance as he asked:
"Why? Who exactly