Chapter 125: Dark Moon Clan

The other cultivators of the Heavenly Sword Sect followed suit, unleashing a flurry of attacks that quickly dispatched the remaining undead. The battle was over, but the cost had been high.

The ground was littered with the bodies of the fallen, and the survivors were shaken by the horror of what they had just experienced. The sect master surveyed the scene, his eyes filled with a mix of sadness and anger.

"We must prevent this from ever happening again," he said, his voice filled with determination.

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Argon sat on his throne, watching as chaos erupted in the city below. The undead creatures he had unleashed were wreaking havoc, cutting down the hapless humans who dared to stand in their way. He couldn't help but smile as he watched the carnage unfold before him.