Bab 1214: Zhuo Donglai's Whereabouts, Yin Fusang's Spirit

All the Demonic Dao Sects in Luo Hou Ancestral Land were in a mess. The tribes were fighting each other, and people screaming and dying could be heard everywhere. 

A certain battle between the Chiyou Tribe and Yin Underworld Tribe left behind bones and bodies scattered everywhere. 

One of the fortunate demonic cultivators who survived stared blankly at the blood and gore. 

Why did he fight with the Yin Underworld Tribe?

It started as an act of vengeance, but after a while, he started to lose focus, not knowing who he was avenging. After all, he did not know the Yin Underworld Tribe cultivators he was killing.

However, as the fight went on, who or what did not matter anymore. 

The others continued the slaughter, and he simply followed. It was as if a magical force was driving him forward with vengeance. 

"What have we done?" 

He stared at the bodies and blood on the ground in disbelief as to what just happened.