The exquisite Magic Staff, painstakingly forged by the most outstanding artisans of the White Elephant Empire,
had already been snapped in the chaotic struggle.
The expensive and luxurious gems, pearls, and various ornaments embedded on the Magic Staff had long since been scattered across the ground.
Even though the Grand State Preceptor was now lying motionless in the pile of people, the crowd had no intention of stopping.
They frantically waved the objects in their hands, relentlessly smashing them down on the Grand State Preceptor, who was surrounded in the middle.
From time to time, droplets of blood would even fly through the air.
These people's eyes were red with bloodlust. They had abandoned all restraint, as if they had fallen into a state of madness.
Corpses lay strewn about, each one twisted beyond recognition. They had been killed by the powerful force the Grand State Preceptor unleashed in his desperate struggle.
