Carnage.
Women and children were seen running for their dear lives. Husbands and the men of the village desperately tried to protect their backs as they fled.
But with their pitchforks and shovels, what could they as mortals possibly do against these mighty cultivators? They could only be slaughtered in their homes while wondering what these lofty cultivators could gain from doing such a thing.
Though that was just their naïve way of thinking.
Why do they need a reason?
“ARGHHH!!!”
A blood-curdling scream echoed above the others.
A man with a missing arm could be seen clutching the stump that was spurting blood nonstop. It was a gruesome sight.
The young man stood over him while holding a saber dripping with blood. He wore an expressionless face, but there was no mistake that while he watched the man bled out, there was a gleam of excitement in his eyes.