Zhongyuan Immortal Mountain.

Wu Yu had been here for a full two days. Within this time, he had completely dismantled the Zhongyuan Dao Sect from top to bottom.

And now, many Zhongyuan Dao Sect disciples were hidden within a thousand li radius of the Zhongyuan Immortal Mountain!

Everyone was hiding in fear, and in a wretched state. In addition to the heavy rains in the last few days, the entire Zhongyuan Dao Sect was truly devastated.

People in abject misery could be seen everywhere, wailing in despair. But even so, Wu Yu's massacre had not ceased. After increasing the radius, it became even more difficult for Jiang Ji to catch Wu Yu. The moment he caught up, Wu Yu would take to the skies, flying above the cloud layer and reappearing somewhere else to raise more pitiful howls!

The Art of Sword Flight weaved in and out of the clouds, swooping down to cause chaos. The trees and mountains were all in a disastrous state, the rivers overflowing. He had purposely created a complete picture of ruin, although, in fact, there were not many people who had died.

"I hope that this can help Master!" Wu Yu knew that he had not been...