As the Sect Master, Liang Wuji's face was pale at this moment. Yet, he held a red wooden branch with green leaves, enveloped in verdant radiance, with the phantom of a robust tree hovering above his head, walking among the shadows in black robes.
Whenever he encountered someone, he swept the wooden branch over them, instantly causing green sprouts to emerge from their bodies, then budding, growing into saplings, trees... only to wither and die in a flash!
However, these black-robed cultivators seemed mindless, fearless of death, swarming like bees and ants, piling up like a tower in numbers.
All around, the sound of zithers filled the air, yet it was drowned out by the surging waters of the Blood Sea, submerging all sounds and figures.
Above the Longevity Sect.
Two figures silently watched everything before them.
