Within the seventeen-li-long, narrow mountain path of Ghost Mother Peak, a total of thirty-four Golden Core cultivators, over two thousand Foundation Establishment Cultivators, and countless Qi Refining Cultivators from both sides had been crammed into the battlefield since the fighting began.
In the time it took to drink a cup of tea, a full sixty percent of them were already dead.
Four nearby mountain ridges had completely collapsed, razed to the ground.
The mountain path, once so narrow that only two people could pass, had virtually become a grand thoroughfare.
Within this thoroughfare, one could see nothing but shredded flesh, internal organs, spilled intestines, and severed limbs. There were even hundreds of Celestial Ghost Bats, killed after being swept into the chaos while defending their nests. Amidst the churning bubbles and boiling gore, the scene resembled a gruesome hot pot, with cultivators as the ingredients.
Generally speaking, a slaughter this brutal is rare.
