"Then go die!" His face was twisted like a demon, and there was no trace of his previous servility.
Bai Ying didn't even lift her eyelids. She simply snapped her fingers lightly.
"Boom!"
A bolt of purplish-black lightning, as thick as a water bucket, struck down from the heavens, hitting the cultivator precisely on the top of his head.
His body stiffened instantly, and spiderweb-like lightning appeared beneath his skin.
"How...how..." he managed to squeeze out broken syllables, and black blood began to seep from the corner of his mouth.
When the lightning struck again, an exceptionally terrifying scream, mixed with the sound of bones shattering, completely transformed this inferno into a human hellscape.
In a short while, there was no sound at all within the great formation.
All the cultivators in the Refinement of Void and Nascent Soul stages lay dead on the spot, their corpses strewn across the field, a truly gruesome sight.
The air was filled with a strong, nauseating smell of blood and burning.
The massacre lasted for two full hours.
When the last cultivator fell, the entire formation had shrunk to less than a hundred feet.
The corpses piled on the ground began to melt, their flesh and blood being absorbed by the great formation.
Bai Ying stood in the middle of the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, her white dress still spotless, only her fingertips dripping with undried blood.
"Slap, slap."
The sound of blood dripping to the ground was exceptionally clear in the deathly silence.
Bai Ying suddenly turned her head and looked towards the northwest corner of the formation—where a figure was still kneeling.
That was the only survivor, White Flute.
Bai Ying slowly walked towards her. The lightning around her gradually dissipated, replaced by a chilling silence.
"They're all dead. Now, it's finally your turn."
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