At this moment, Mo Xingjian quickly walked to Zhou Qing's side and asked in a low voice, "What's going on?"
Zhou Qing had to briefly explain the reason.
After listening, Mo Xingjian's eyes flashed a cold light: "We should have killed them slowly and tortured them."
Zhou Qing heard this and the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
...
"Boom——"
As the last wisp of probing spiritual light dissipated, the flying ships of the Taiqing Sect and the Cangyan Daoist Palace took off one after another.
It wasn't until some time after they left that cultivators from smaller sects dared to approach the scorched earth.
Whether it was the terrifying earthquakes that came one after another or the mushroom cloud piercing the sky, both made them sense something unusual.
"This, this is really..."
The Sect Leader of the Qingxia Sect landed at the edge of the abyss, his throat moving, looking at the scene in front of him with horror.
