The surroundings were littered with corpses.
Scarlet blood flowed over the ground; signs of fierce battles covered the entire Ten Thousand Sword Stele Forest.
The faces on the bodies mostly revealed fear and despair.
Xiao Yi couldn't help but wonder, was his expression truly so terrifying during the slaughter earlier?
Xiao Yi shook his head and stopped thinking about it.
He suddenly closed his eyes, then opened them abruptly.
When he opened them, the pair of eyes that were originally clear and sharp had already changed.
Under the gaze of the Taiyin and Taiyang Eyes, invisible vortices appeared one after another out of thin air.
The vortices quickly absorbed the Martial Soul power of the surrounding corpses.
The Martial Souls of these thousands of Sword Cultivators, Xiao Yi had no intention of sparing.
Originally, his plan was to wait until he separated from Elder Yun Yuan and the other person, and then return alone to absorb them.
