Wang Ming paused.
Just as he was about to eradicate the clone within Di Xin's sea of consciousness, his action paused.
Ji Fa was already dead, and Di Xin naturally took over the authority divided by Ji Fa; at this moment, Di Xin was the one and only true king.
The king of the human race.
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Human King!
The condition of the human race across the world presented itself in Di Xin's mind.
A massive wave of negative emotions drowned Di Xin, and had Wang Ming not knocked him unconscious, Di Xin would already have collapsed within these emotions.
Mortals who died under Nether River's secret arts could not emit any screams of agony, yet they did not all die together in a single region.
The moment before, people nearby were still laughing and talking cheerfully; the next moment, all vitality was directly stripped from them.
It spread among the crowd like a plague.
The dead felt nothing, but the living suffered immensely.
They were overwhelmed by the sorrow of losing family and friends, and the terror of not knowing when death would descend.
These emotions were transmitted to Di Xin as well.
Human King!
One could gain fame, wealth, lust, power, and even strength comparable to immortals and gods from the human race; it could be said that an entire race raised a single individual.
Rights and obligations always coexisted.
Since Di Xin enjoyed the benefits of the human race, he naturally had to stand at the very front when the human race faced peril.
The emotions triggered by the large-scale deaths of the human race were now reflecting back onto Di Xin.
Judging by such a frantic and ruthless sacrifice by Nether River.
The destruction of the human race was already a certainty.
If Di Xin could