At this moment, the elite forces of various major influences in Lu Yuan Dao were gathered outside the Danyang Sect's mountain gate, a dense crowd pressing forward, everyone nervously watching what seemed like a Demon God emerging from hell.
Inside the Danyang Sect, a great fire was fiercely burning,
The scorching heat melted the falling snow from the sky, unable to land, blood flowed like rivers, cries of agony were everywhere, a scene of purgatory mixed with ruins and bones.
And that man wielding two sabers came out with an unabashedly bold stride, facing thousands upon thousands alone.
A tattered black robe fluttered around him, drenched in blood,
His hair was stained red with blood,
Stepping over countless corpses, he walked out.
Elite disciples from various sects couldn't help but feel a thread of fear sprouting in their hearts,
They truly couldn't imagine what kind of human purgatory was inside the Danyang Sect.
They were even more aware of one fact,
