"Red snow flies, and Tingxue is buried!"
"Red snow flies, and Tingxue is buried!"
Seeing those scarlet snowflakes filling the sky, Yu Wen Dou could no longer restrain the surge in his heart. Like a madman, his whole body turned into a streak of flowing light and shot straight toward Tingxue Pavilion.
"Aaah—my Tingxue Pavilion has no feud with you, no hatred with you, so why slaughter my Tingxue Pavilion!"
Snowflakes swirling around both his hands, even the red snow in midair seemed to turn into weapons in his grasp, sweeping crazily toward the forces besieging Tingxue Pavilion.
All around Tingxue Pavilion, at this moment, dense masses of Ghost Cultivators and Corpse Cultivators had gathered.
Those Ghost Cultivators each summoned countless Yin Souls.
The whole Tingxue Pavilion had become a living hell on earth, filled with ceaseless wails of ghosts and howls of wolves.
