Yun Cangfeng gazed at the desolate scene before him and the Righteous Alliance cultivators devouring the flesh of the Demons like a pack of wolves. His expression remained stern, yet a thin layer of sweat gradually coated his palms.

"What is happening? Why... wasn't the Righteous Alliance already destroyed? Why are they here, and why have they obliterated the entire Demon Domain?"

Yun Cangfeng muttered to himself, but the next second, a sharp pain twisted his mind, distorting his perception:

"No, the Righteous Alliance was never destroyed. My race lost the battle against them!"