Han Yu had already hurried over at the fastest speed. In the past, this would have taken quite a bit of time no doubt.
Half a two-hour period was extremely fast, but for the Piaomiao Sect, this time felt like a hundred years.
Facing such overwhelming techniques as if they were divine wrath, the numerous cultivators struggled powerlessly like mere mortals, eventually dying in despair.
Of the ordinary cultivators, barely one in ten survived. Even the somewhat stronger Divine Gaze Realm cultivators suffered losses more than half, and the elders within the sect kept falling one after another.
The face of the Great Elder of the Piaomiao Sect was almost twisted, overwhelmed by a sense of powerlessness, yet he could do nothing.
From just the first wave of attacks, he had lost both of his arms.
