In his imagination, the scene where corpses were piled like mountains did not occur.
What appeared were severed limbs and body parts.
Not a single person had an intact corpse; under the sweeping and grinding of the sword array, no flesh could endure till the end.
Even the members from both sects could see that, apart from the incomplete bodies on the ground, there were various remnants scattered about.
These were clearly the remnants of various weapons, pieces of defensive equipment, and lifesaving maneuvers.
At this moment, all these items were shattered, indiscernible in rank or type—one could only feel that their spiritual essence had completely vanished.
"Phoenix Sect!!!"
The young man suddenly raised his head, his eyes blood-red as he looked toward Shangguan Mingxin and the others.
"You're pushing people too far!!!"
"If you were me a few months ago, you would feel that these people's deaths are still not enough," Shangguan Mingxin spoke gently.