They were originally in a state of disunity and did not have any morale at all. Seeing Chen Feng's ferocity, they quickly stopped fighting in fear as well.
Not long after, the field was already filled with corpses. The ground had turned muddy and dark red. It was impossible to tell if they were stepping on flesh or mud, and the air was filled with the smell of blood.
Zhou Jing was covered in blood. He put away his spear and stood there expressionlessly, but with his face masked in blood, he looked like an Asura.
In front of him were the survivors of the various sects. They were all scared out of their wits. Some sat paralyzed on the ground, while others curled up into a ball and held their weapons shakily.
The surrounding martial artists were dumbfounded. They pinched their arms in disbelief, unable to believe that there was such a terrifying person in the world.