And the outer peripheral cultivators of the Ghost Worship Sect guarding the gate, upon hearing the screams by their side, not only remained indifferent but also felt as if they were listening to heavenly music.
Without the wailing of the weak, how could the value of the strong be realized?
As the earliest ones to surrender to the Ghost Worship Sect's Red Leaf sub-sect, they were extremely grateful for their choice to open the town gates at that time. If they had resisted to the death, their fate would surely be the same as the few unlucky ones inside the human skin lanterns, suffering immensely.
The two black-robed cultivators looked at the white bone skull emblem embroidered on their chests and couldn't help but puff up their chests with pride!
However, what they did not know was that at this moment, a tall and mighty dark figure was standing quietly in front of them, and they were completely unaware.
