Summoning the Gods: Start by creating the Eternal Night.

Fifteen minutes later, the five people finished collecting the materials and reunited in the airspace above the main peak.

Xiong Ba and Xie Huang exchanged a glance and attacked simultaneously.

"Return to Origin Strike!"

The white beam of light fell like the blazing sun, carrying a destructive force.

"The Demon Blade Annihilates the World!"

The pitch-black blade light, like a chasm in an abyss, devoured everything.

Two attacks crashed down, instantly engulfing the entire palace complex on the main peak.

"Boom... Boom... Boom...!"

The explosions were continuous, like nuclear bombs exploding, with flames shooting into the sky and debris flying everywhere.

The explosions were mixed with the agonizing screams of the remaining disciples and elders hiding inside the building.

They never imagined that their opponents would be so ruthless as to want to flatten the entire mountain.

The explosions continued for a long time before gradually subsiding.

As the smoke and dust cleared, the once magnificent Fenglei Pavilion palace complex was now completely reduced to ruins.

The ruins were littered with charred remains and broken bricks.

The entire main peak is riddled with cracks, teetering on the brink of collapse, as if it could crumble at any moment.

Xiong Ba scanned the ruins with his divine sense, and only after confirming that there were no survivors did he withdraw his gaze.

"Walk."

The five people tore through space and disappeared into the horizon.

Behind them, the main peak of the Zhenlei Mountains creaked and groaned in the wind.

The cracks widened, and rubble continued to roll down.

This once glorious holy land of thunder cultivation has become history from this day forward.

....

Less than an hour after Xiong Ba and his group of five left, four extremely fast figures swept across the sky above the Zhenlei Mountains.

It was Feng Lingxu, the Supreme Elder of Fenglei Pavilion, and Yun Feiyang, the Supreme Elder of Yunlan Sect.

And the two Celestial Elders who had left Fenglei Pavilion for Yunlan Sect earlier.

Previously, after receiving an urgent message from Lei Jinghong, Feng Lingxu feared he couldn't handle the situation alone.

He called Yun Feiyang along, and they sped back.

But when they arrived, all they could see was the crumbling main peak of the Wind and Thunder Pavilion.

Broken walls and ruins lay scattered on the ground, with fragments of limbs and bones of Fenglei Pavilion cultivators still embedded in the cracks of the rubble.

The air was thick with the lingering stench of blood.

Feng Lingxu's pupils contracted sharply, and his blood and qi surged to the top of his head instantly.

Staring at the ruins before him, a heart-wrenching scream burst from his throat:

"No--!"

He stumbled, no longer caring about his posture or bearing, and staggered towards the ruins.

His divine sense searched the entire ruins of the Wind and Thunder Pavilion like a madman, calling out in a hoarse voice as he searched:

"Jinghong! Where are you?"

"Disciples, it's my fault... I'm late!"

The other two Celestial Elders, their eyes also red, searched through the ruins, leaving no corner unchecked.

Yun Feiyang stood in mid-air, looking down at the devastated scene below.

His brows were furrowed tightly, and he felt a mix of emotions.

A top sect that was so glorious just a few days ago was wiped out in just half a day, without even a chance to catch its breath.

The world is so unpredictable; a chill ran through him.

They felt an even greater sense of dread towards the suddenly appearing underworld.

If the Wind and Thunder Pavilion can be wiped out so easily, the consequences would probably be no better if the Underworld set its sights on the Cloud Mist Sect.

At this moment, he was starting to have second thoughts. Was it a wise decision to follow the Left Protector of the Underworld to provoke the Underworld?

Feng Lingxu searched for a while and finally found Lei Jinghong's identity token under a pile of rubble.

He picked up the bloodstained token, his hands trembling, and let out another roar:

"The Underworld... I, Feng Lingxu, will fight you to the death!"

Yun Feiyang flew to his side, patted his shoulder, and softly advised:

"Old man Feng, the dead cannot be brought back to life. Please accept my condolences."

"Please accept my condolences?"

Feng Lingxu suddenly turned his head, his eyes bloodshot, his face filled with violence and resentment.

"Condolences my ass! How the hell am I supposed to console myself?"

He grew angrier and angrier, pointing at Yun Feiyang and cursing loudly:

"You banana bastard, isn't all of this your fault?!"

"Back then, you had to resort to scheming and instigate the Left Protector to destroy the Wang family first. If you had struck first and destroyed the Underworld, would my Wind and Thunder Pavilion have ended up like this?"

Yun Feiyang was speechless for a moment after being scolded, and he understood what was going on.

If things had really gone as Feng Lingxu said, perhaps the Fenglei Pavilion wouldn't have ended up like this.

But he has never been one to take the blame, and he absolutely refused to take responsibility for this.

He immediately waved his hand, tossing the pot away:

"Hey, old man Feng, you can't say that!"

"I only mentioned the Wang family briefly. The final decision was made by the Left Protector of the Netherworld Palace. If you have someone to blame, blame him. Don't come to me to vent your anger."

"However, I can understand how you feel right now. If I were in your shoes, I wouldn't feel good either. So I won't blame you for wrongly accusing me."

Upon hearing this, Feng Lingxu became even angrier and, without saying a word, raised his hand and struck Yun Feiyang with a palm strike:

"Get out of here!"

Yun Feiyang dodged, and his palm struck the ruins, sending up a shower of rubble.

"Okay, okay, calm down and cool off. I'll wait for you outside."

Yun Feiyang didn't argue with him, knowing he was angry and further words would be pointless.

He immediately turned around and flew towards the outside of the Zhenlei Mountains.

At this moment, the two celestial elders walked over with their heads down, their faces full of sorrow and despair.

One of them spoke in a hoarse voice: "Supreme Elder, we've searched the entire sect... and there's not a single survivor."

The other person also had red eyes and a trembling voice:

"Elder, now there are only three of us left in the Wind and Thunder Pavilion... What should we do next?"

Feng Lingxu gripped the token tightly, hatred seeping through his fingers, his eyes filled with a frightening ruthlessness, and he said, word by word:

"Return to Yunlan Sect, find the Left Protector of the Netherworld Palace, let's go to the Underworld to take revenge and make them pay for their crimes in blood!"

"Yes! Revenge! Let the Underworld pay for our comrades' deaths!"

The elders beside him immediately echoed, their eyes filled with grief and indignation.

Feng Lingxu then carried the two of them into the air.

He reached into his storage bag and took out a broken ancient array plate.

He infused his fingertips with spiritual energy and casually tossed them into the ruins below.

The moment the array plate landed, a thick layer of mist barrier suddenly unfolded.

The entire ruins of Fenglei Pavilion were completely encased, blocking any view from the outside world.

Feng Lingxu gazed at the broken walls and ruins below, his voice low and resolute, as he murmured to himself:

"Wait, once I have avenged your blood feud, I will ensure you rest in peace."

As soon as he finished speaking, he and two elders tore through space and disappeared in an instant.

Yun Feiyang, who was guarding outside the Zhenlei Mountains, sensed the spatial fluctuations.

He turned his head and glanced at it, then pursed his lips and muttered under his breath:

"Hey! That old wind, it left without even saying goodbye."

"Fine, considering your sect was completely destroyed, I won't stoop to your level."

After saying that, he raised his hand and tore through space, then followed closely behind.

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