C130 The Drunken Immortal Restaurant

There was a thick smell of blood coming from the gates of the Yan City, the blood stains on the ground could not be cleaned, and could only be removed bit by bit by using potions. The middle-aged man was still drenched in cold sweat as he commanded the deacon disciples who had rushed over from the branch sects to clean up.

Everyone used a piece of white cloth to cover their noses and mouths