The massacre continued.
Chu Mo's fists, like cannonballs, embodied a force that bred despair and fear.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
After that piercing noise echoed throughout the scene, nearly every disciple from the Supreme Sect present let out an unbearably mournful scream.
Even!
Someone was scared into wetting themselves!
Yes, Chu Mo's pure impulse to kill was akin to that of a hellish death god, continually reaping lives.
In that instant, let alone fight, those disciples from the Supreme Sect didn't even have the time to escape.
Constant breaking of arms!
Constant throwing of severed limbs!
Continuous wretched screaming!
It formed a scene akin to a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, utterly terrifying.
The disciples from the Supreme Sect were scared out of their wits.
And on the outskirts of the scene, silence had already reached an extreme.
Everyone's breath seemed to have stopped in its tracks.
They witnessed a scene of extreme horror.
