On the road afterward, Elder Ji, who had personally killed a dozen or so corpse cultivators of Yin Corpse Valley, felt flustered, growing more and more regretful the more he thought about it, vexed beyond measure.
He hated himself for how he had, in a moment of cowardice, actually bowed to Mo Hua's "tyranny" and made a move to kill cultivators of the great Demon Path sect Yin Corpse Valley.
This time he really had brought a great disaster down upon himself.
But the people were already dead; regret was useless.
Elder Ji could only whip the horses harder to leave Half Mountain City as fast as possible, so as not to be hunted down by Yin Corpse Valley's cultivators, and at the same time hope that from here on out he would no longer encounter those gloomy, ill-omened cultivators.
Mo Hua, on the other hand, looked completely indifferent.
When the Blood Sacrifice Array collapsed, the Demon Cultivators who died by his hand were truly beyond counting.
