Rumble! …
Both earth and sky were endlessly trembling. Blood filled the entire battlefield, and one of the Divine Core Sect Elders from the Valley of Happiness had been killed by a warrior from the Burning Sky Pavilion. At this point of time, many casualties occurred amongst the Divine Core warriors.
For the Black Sect and Valley of Happiness, casualties like this were devastating. Once the amount of strong warriors were reduced, that was the moment of their elimination. Besides that, Nanbei Chao hadn’t even attacked yet. Daoist Black and Granny Feng were both struggling with their fights. But luckily, the elders of the Heavenly Sword Sect didn’t seem to be fighting with all their strength. This actually gave them some room to breathe.
Arghh!!
A Divine Core Sect Elder from the Black Sect let out a miserable shriek right before he died.
The situation on the battlefield was getting more and more violent. Huge casualties were suffered in the battle between the Heavenly Core inner circle disciples. A long open wound could be found on Wang Yun’s chest, and he was still fighting as his blood splashed around.
Following the death of each Divine Core warrior, despair filled the hearts of the disciples from the Black Sect and Valley of Happiness. All of them knew that after today’s war, the Black Sect and Valley of Happiness would only exist in history, and all of them would be dead. The despair weakened their fighting spirit.
“Argh!! Daddy will fight it out with you!”
An inner circle disciple from the Black Sect let out a ground shaking roar the moment his opponent impaled his body with a longsword. Using the last strength he had, he pierced his combat weapon into his opponent’s body. Both men died at the same time.
“Looks like the heavens wants to eliminate the Black Sect.”
Tears flowed down from Daoist Black’s eyes. He knew the Black Sect was finished; its hundred year old legacy would be destroyed in his hand. It wasn’t hard to imagine how he felt right now, every single dead elder and disciple were like a sharp blade poking his heart, causing his heart to be filled with miserable pain.
Misery, despair, unwillingness, anger, all sorts of negative emotions filled the hearts of every single elder and disciple of the Black Sect. They had completely given up all their open. The deaths of their fellow disciples, the shattered mountain peaks; the homes where they had live for so many years… right now, their home was being destroyed, and shadows had been cast upon their hearts. With this, many men had given up fighting back, and just stood still, waiting for death to save them from this misery.
Puchi!