Chapter Seventy-Six: The Feast of Gluttony

ying artifact of the Wanmo Ling person shattered directly into pieces raining down across the sky. The person himself was struck, his sternum caved in and blood spraying from his mouth as he screamed...As for the casualties, the Juxing Sect is also compiling statistics.

Cao Ye looked at Dong Shuye with a sad face: "Senior brother, our casualties are quite heavy. Nearly sixty people have been killed since the war began."

Dong Shu was startled. "How is this so many" Even if the Jiuxingzong side wasn't a match for the Xuanmen, it wouldn't be right for such heavy losses to appear in just a few days.

Cao Ye said: "It's not that the Overmountain Tiger's doing. He always appears suddenly when the two sides are fighting, and many disciples have died because of him."

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"This damned thing!" Uncle Dong roared in anger, his face darkening. “Where are those few people at the fifth level of the sect” was stroking their heartstrings when they heard it. As the sound rose, Lu Ye's heart skipped a beat, and an inexplicable desire welled up within him.As the sound arose, it wasn't just the beating of...