Domination Territory.
A vast area, everywhere fires of war rise, blood flows into rivers, much like hell itself.
After the great battle, Domination Territory was likewise left unrecognizable.
Feng Wuchen flew through the sky, looking down at the many cultivators who had died tragically, a strong sense of grief surging in his heart.
Passing by each power, the sight of dead human cultivators was shocking, too gruesome to bear.
"The resisting forces, all have been slaughtered, the ferocity of the Demon Clan, compared to myself in the past, is a hundred times more brutal, at least I never laid hands on children and women back then." Wild Panther frowned, seeing these harsh scenes filled him with rage.
"Swoosh!"
Sensing a weak breath, Feng Wuchen immediately flashed down, only to discover an elder who had not yet fully passed.
"Hang in there!" Feng Wuchen immediately took out an elixir and administered it to him.
