Watching from the other side of the world, Zar saw the remnants of the Main Floating Island of the Vile Flame Sect plummet from above. A rainfall of debris and lava wreaked complete havoc on the rest of the Floating Islands and those lower-rank Disciples who lived on the volcanic ground surface.
The total death count quickly skyrocketed, reaching upwards of a million in a matter of seconds.
Did Zar feel remorse?
The most direct answer was no. No, he didn't feel even the slightest bit of remorse.
This was just the way of the world.
And for underhandedly sneak-attacking his Sect at their weakest moment, this was simply karma at play.
They were weak, and he was strong. More often than not, that was reason enough for anyone to justify whatever they wanted in the World of Immortal Cultivation.
Of course, Zar was not like the Demonic Faction Cultivators. He only attacked those who struck first. And though he may not have started the fight—
He'd sure as hell end it.
*Ding!*
