"Scoundrel, cease your rampage!" As Shen Haoran continued his slaughter, a furious roar echoed from the depths of the Fallen Valley stronghold. Immediately, two figures shot out—they were the two Fallen Valley elders stationed here, Elder Wang and Elder Liu.
When the two arrived, they couldn't help but gasp. Wails echoed throughout the Fallen Valley stronghold, where scarlet blood soaked the earth. Countless bodies lay strewn about, and black flames licked at the buildings, casting the scene in an even more macabre light.
"Shen Haoran, this is not a place for you to run rampant. I advise you to leave!" Elder Liu said, taking a deep breath to suppress his shock.
Hearing Elder Liu's words, the Fallen Valley disciples below were stunned. 'He's yielding to Shen Haoran!' Shen Haoran had killed so many of their disciples and nearly destroyed the entire stronghold, yet Elder Liu was just letting him leave? If that wasn't a sign of weakness, what was?
