After driving back the Heavenly Dao of White Expanse Star, Fan Lang turned his spearhead toward the remaining enemies and continued fighting, continued killing.
The strongest enemy had already been dealt with. Everyone left posed no threat, and the battle that followed went smoothly.
Once most of the enemies in the air had been killed, An Zihao suddenly withdrew his mental suppression, lifting the pressure between heaven and earth.
"Fan Lang, that's enough. Stop."
"Stop now?" Fan Lang gripped Dragon Blaze Doomsday, his eyes already somewhat bloodshot from killing.
"The battle has already claimed many lives. Enough is enough. Although they were at fault first, we cannot go too far. If you keep killing, it will become indiscriminate slaughter. Not only will I refuse to help you, I will stop you myself." An Zihao was calm yet resolute.
Over a hundred thousand years ago, An Zihao had been a hero who roamed the universe. He was kind-hearted and upheld justice, which was why Fan Lang trusted his character and had dared to rescue him without reservation.
When it came to knowing the limits of one's actions, An Zihao certainly had firmer principles than Fan Lang. Even when dealing with enemies, there had to be a limit.
The people of White Expanse Star were different from the bandits of the Blood Cloak Army.
The two exchanged a glance from afar. Fan Lang reined in his power, sheathed his sword, and said, "Fine. Since you've spoken, I'll spare their lives. I don't want to implicate too many people either."
"Thank you," said An Zihao.
Since they had chosen to stop, there was no need to do anything unnecessary.
Fan Lang and the others gathered up the spoils, taking everything that should be taken.
Before leaving, Fan Lang had to make things clear.