Blood flowed down over the Forbidden Formation for a while, and the Lake Zhongzhou, shrouded underneath by the formation, was left a burnt wasteland. As the glorious light of the spells dissipated, a middle-aged man was seen lying with his head in his arms, shrinking in fear, trembling with his eyes closed.
The middle-aged man had a large gash across his waist oozing blood, dripping steadily. It was a long time before he opened his eyes to stare blankly around, unbelievably lifting his head.
With a wildly joyful grimace, the middle-aged man quickly attended to his wound. After rummaging through the ruins for a while, his complexion turned paler from blood loss, and he had no choice but to wrap some Talismanic Magical Instruments in his clothing before leaving. The cultivators by the shore grumbled as they took the clothing, cursing,
