The Hana School suffered heavy losses.
In one night.
Almost all the disciples were spat out.
Even the elders were either dead or injured.
This once dazzling sect, known as the future and hope of the Jiangnan Jianghu, collapsed in an instant.
It was completely reduced to ruins.
Corpses were strewn everywhere.
The early morning light was blocked by thick dark clouds, not revealing the slightest bit of light.
The entire Flowercloud Mountain was still shrouded in darkness.
Black clouds rolled in the sky.
Thunder rumbled faintly.
As far as the eye could see.
The entire Flowercloud Mountain was covered in blood.
The Flowercloud Hall had been smashed into pieces by Zhong Zhong.
Half of it had collapsed.
The statue of the founder had been completely shattered.
Shen Lianxing's sword mark was left on the training field. On both sides of the mark were dozens of Hana School disciples' corpses.
They had been cut in half.
Their blood had turned black.
A pair of eyes stared at the sky, full of helplessness and desolation.
They were still very young.
They didn't even know what had happened before they died.
Not even a complete corpse was left.
Looking into the distance, it was an even more desolate and ruined scene.
From the training field all the way to the stone steps down the mountain, there was nothing but corpses and blood.
Corpses cut in half by swords.
Corpses smashed by Zhong Zhong's fist.
Mangled flesh.
"Why …"
In this desolation, a white-haired old man in ragged clothes knelt on the ground. His face was stained with blood.
He was the second elder of the Hana School.
Song Chen.
During the massacre last night, he had been deliberately left behind by Shen Lianxing and Zhong Zhong.
Therefore, he was able to see this tragic scene.
The entire Hana School had completely collapsed overnight.
It had turned into ruins.
He remembered what Shen Lianxing and Zhong Zhong had said before they left.
"Find that devil."
"Tell him."
"The Pavilion of All Things in the Eastern Sea, the land of endless suffering, will be irreconcilable with him!"
"We will kill him no matter where he goes!"
"Why …"
Song Chen knelt on the ground, his expression desolate.
His eyes were lifeless.
He seemed to have lost focus.
He had also lost his spirit.
He just kept repeating.
"Why …"
"Why …"
He didn't know what had happened.
All of a sudden, everything was destroyed!
Why was this happening?
"Ah …"
Song Chen was in a daze for a long time amidst this desolation and grief. Suddenly, he raised his head and let out a hoarse roar towards the sky.
"Why?!"
"Why did you have to destroy everything …"
Rumble!
As Song Chen's roar fell, the endless dark clouds in the sky seemed to echo with the voice of the heavens.
Thunder and lightning filled the sky.
Lightning flashed and thunder roared.
Huala!
Huala!
Endless rainwater poured down from the sky like that.
The blood on Mount Huayun flowed down the mountain along with the rain …
Scarlet!
Tragic!
…
Everything that happened at Hana School.
Li Wuyou didn't know.
Even if he knew, he wouldn't care.
To him, the life and death of others were just two words.
There was no other meaning.
At this moment.
He had already arrived at the North Sea, the legendary land of resentment.
The sky was blue.
A gentle sea breeze blew between heaven and earth.
Seabirds flew past in the distance.
A few fishing boats could be vaguely seen on the endless sea.
However, they didn't get close to the land of resentment.
Instead, they looked at it from afar and quickly sailed away.
According to legend, this was a forbidden zone for life.
Whoosh!
Li Wuyou was still in his white robe as he flew down from the sky.
He flew across the sea.
A huge ripple appeared in the sea.
Soon.
He saw the legendary land of resentment.
Death Island.
Looking from afar, there was a thick cloud of white fog here.
The area of the white fog wasn't very large.
It was only a few hundred feet.
Outside the white fog was a huge whirlpool.
The water kept rolling and spinning, letting out beast-like roars.
The white fog in the middle was motionless.
It seemed to be still.
Even if the wind blew, it wouldn't cause any waves.
"The land of resentment."
"The fog of resentment."
With a smile on his face, Li Wuyou increased his speed.
In the blink of an eye.
He arrived above the white fog.
This white fog.
It wasn't a fog formed by ordinary water vapor.
It was said that it was formed by the resentment emitted from all the corpses.
It was the so-called Fog of Resentment.
Beneath the mist of resentment was the Island of Death, which was made up of countless white bones.
"Whoosh!"
Although Li Wuyou's soul was strong and his body was fierce, when he was about to go to the Death Island and come into contact with the Fog of Resentment, he was still a little dignified.
He took a deep breath and tried to adjust his emotions.
The Fog of Resentment contained extremely strong negative energy.
It could make a person's inner demon completely erupt.
Li Wuyou had his own inner demon.
It was his persistence to live forever.
His persistence to live.
It was also his fear of death.
He didn't know what the consequences would be once his inner demon was brought out.
So he had to be careful.
He didn't want to become a real lunatic who lost his mind.
Boom!
After adjusting his emotions, Li Wuyou activated the energy around his body again.
The rich energy rolled around his body.
It was like fireworks rising.
Outside the energy, where it came into contact with the air, there were wisps of wind-breaking sounds.
That was the sign of a strong energy.
Buzz!
Everything was ready. Li Wuyou's figure floated into the Fog of Resentment.
Whoosh!
Countless wisps of white mist, which looked like a viscous liquid, whizzed towards Li Wuyou in a frenzy.
In an instant.
The fog was contaminated by Li Wuyou's energy.
Then, as if there was some kind of magic, it began to corrode the energy quickly and quickly approached Li Wuyou's body.
Vaguely, Li Wuyou heard some laughter.
"Haha …"
"Hehe …"
"Hehe …"
"Hehe …"
This laughter, maybe excited, maybe sharp, maybe insidious, maybe crazy.
Hearing it, it made one's scalp tingle.
Even the soul was palpitating.
All of a sudden, Li Wuyou had a feeling that his energy was about to dissipate.
"The Fog of Resentment is indeed unusual."
He frowned slightly, and an even more serious expression flashed across his face.
"Since I can't resist it with my energy, I can only resist it with my Divine Soul."
"Although I have an inner demon."
"But not everything can be triggered."
Li Wuyou mumbled to himself. His brows were tightly knitted together, and a thick coldness emerged from him.
Boom!
The next moment.
He clenched his fists, and the violent energy spread out in all directions, sweeping across.
The crazy Fog of Resentment seemed to have substance.
It was shaken and spread out in all directions.
And there were some gaps around Li Wuyou.
Buzz!
Then, Li Wuyou's eyes were sharp, and there was a strong Divine Soul power that seeped out from between his eyebrows.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
This Divine Soul power was like a storm, and also like a beast's nightmare. The moment it appeared, a strange gale blew between heaven and earth.
Then, heaven and earth trembled.
Roar!
The next moment, his Divine Soul collided with the Fog of Resentment that roared over again.
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