The pride of heaven falls into corruption, slaughtering each other until the Taoist heart completely collapses, becoming containers for the Demon Path.
The situation is far more dire than Mo Hua thought.
"Find the others as soon as possible," Mo Hua said solemnly.
Others may be irrelevant, but he cannot ignore the junior brothers from the same sect who have fought alongside him.
If they are not found quickly, once the Evil Formation continues to operate and the blood mist spreads, none of them will escape. Evil thoughts will invade their minds, plunging them into bloody slaughter, either killing or being killed. The worst case is their brains being devoured by evil spirits, turning them into puppets of evil thoughts, mindless flesh, like walking corpses, with unimaginable consequences.
Situ Jian and others, knowing the gravity of the situation, nodded their heads solemnly.
