"What!? How is this even possible!? A no-named rat killed over fifteen of our Origin Realm cultivators!? Ridiculous!"
In a small, luxurious tent. A young man screamed and banged his fists on the table in front of him, breaking it into pieces.
His handsome face was twisted into a snarl. In front of him sat a middle-aged man. Both had a symbol of the sun on their foreheads. Clearly, from House Yaksha.
"..Even the Spirit Realm cultivator and the Vital Core Realm cultivators are dead, too. And when we went over there to investigate… I-it was a pure nightmare. In my whole life, I hadn't seen such a scene ever! T-Thousands upon thousands of bodies were piled up high on the ground. Not only us, the Gandhravas and the Rudhras had suffered losses too. There were bodies of the Demonic cultivators of Yvaris, piled high in a row of mountains!" The middle-aged man spoke a long sentence, briefly explaining what had happened.
