Shen Luo was hiding behind a huge rock. When he saw the scene, his brows couldn't help but frown.
"You beasts from the demon race, you shall not die well..." a disciple from Fangcun Mountain scolded loudly.
"Let me go, let me go! I am the elder of Lingbo City, we are together, how can you do this to me?" An elder of Lingbo City shouted angrily.
"Let us go, you bastards. The leader of our Shimen Sect has close ties with the Tang Dynasty government. You dare to kill us. Aren't you afraid of being held accountable by the Tang Dynasty government?" A tall and thin young man shouted loudly.
They and many other small and medium-sized sects were lured by Pansi Cave and followed along when they saw Lingbo City was involved. They thought they could take advantage of the situation to gain some benefits, but they didn't expect to be in such a situation now.
However, no matter how they cursed or shouted, it was of no use and no one paid any attention.
They were either tied up with special ropes made of animal tendons or had forbidden talismans stuck on their bodies. They had no power to resist and were pressed down beside the tiankeng, kneeling on the ground in humiliation.
Shen Luo was in the crowd and immediately saw the man who had slandered him and called him a traitor.
But that guy was not tied up. Instead, he stood next to the demons with a smile on his face.
"Why is this person standing with these demons? He doesn't look like he is being controlled. Could it be that he is a traitor like Jueming and Jue'an? That's why he tried so hard to slander me before? If that's the case, the breaking of the Yimu Bagua Immortal Formation around the tiankeng is probably related to this person."
Shen Luo frowned and clenched his fists unconsciously. He had already made up his mind: this man must be killed.
"Let's do it." Hua Shiniang shouted.
Upon hearing this, many demon tribesmen immediately stepped forward, took out swords from their sleeves, and put them on the necks of the elders and disciples of various sects who were tied up in front of them.
They moved in unison, raised their arms and cut the men's throats.
At the same time, "hissing" sounds were heard, and large amounts of blood spurted out, gushing towards the tiankeng like dozens of blood fountains. Most of them splashed onto the ground, dyeing the rune formation blood red.
The ground was covered with blood, flowing along the lines of the runes, and a strong bloody smell instantly spread.
Hua Shi Niang watched this scene with a smile on her face. Chi Rong also took a step forward and took a deep breath of the bloody smell that filled the air with some intoxication.
The monks whose throats were cut, because of their different physiques from ordinary people and their foundation in cultivation, would not die immediately. However, as their blood was drained, they completely lost their strength and all fell to the ground, struggling to breathe with their mouths wide open, but could only make intermittent inhalation sounds.
At this moment, they looked no different from livestock that had been slaughtered at will.
"Continue." The blood of this group of people had almost been drained. Hua Shiniang yawned and waved her hand casually.
The demon disciples stepped forward and kicked hard, kicking those who were not yet dead into the tiankeng and crashing into the golden pillar of light. As they continued to fall, they were eventually burned to ashes.
Immediately afterwards, dozens more people were brought up, and like the previous ones, they were forced to kneel on the ground.