At the mountain top, standing beside Yang Wen were Yang Hao along with Huang Qiaoqiao and Li Guiju.
Zhu Wenjie and Xia Bingqing also came with their child.
Seeing the various scenes of crazy slaughter below the mountain, Yang Wen vomited, and Xia Bingqing and Li Guiju were also trembling.
Huang Qiaoqiao nervously grabbed Yang Hao's hand, her face pale.
Although they had seen battles between Southern Domain cultivators and Earth cultivators before, how could those scenes compare to the large-scale slaughter before their eyes?
The scene before them was too visually overwhelming for them.
Not to mention the few women, even Zhu Wenjie and Yang Hao felt secretly apprehensive, their palms covered with cold sweat.
Too cruel.
Is this the most realistic side of the cultivation world?
Human life, in the hearts of these powerful cultivators, is no different than beasts or grass.
I have to become stronger.
A strong desire rose simultaneously in the hearts of Yang Hao and Zhu Wenjie.
