Within the premises of the Exorcism sect, or at least what it was called before becoming a place bathed in crimson liquid, the metallic stench filled the whole area.
In the courtyard stood a hundred people remaining in a circle, their hands holding talismans and their backs pressed together as they looked towards three individuals surrounding them.
"Haaa... Senior brother, are you alright?" One of the disciples staggered, his grip tightening around a bloodstained talisman as he glanced at his senior brother—the only middle fourth-layer cultivator who was left within the sect, as others were away.
The courtyard, once brimming with five hundred exorcists, now held only a hundred—panting, trembling, their robes soaked in crimson.
The metallic stench of blood clung to the air, suffocating.
Three figures stood around their encirclement, yet all eyes were fixated on two women among them.
