"Wonderful!" Turbid Wine, Bai Shi, and the others finally let out the breath they had been holding. They grabbed Lu Yang and erupted in excited cheers.
Bain was dead. No one from the Dragonkin Clan could escape to report what had happened. This way, neither the gods of the other world nor the Three-Faced Ones, Ghoul-Faced, and other races that had traditionally come to this world would know of the Dragonkin Clan's destruction. They would only suspect that the Dragonkin Clan had defected.
"Keep watch outside. I need to recover. My battle with Bain drained me too much." Lu Yang's head was splitting, and the excessive depletion of his spiritual power had left his body unable to bear it. He quickly sat cross-legged and began recuperating.
One hour.
Two hours.
Three hours.
A full six hours passed before Lu Yang finally opened his eyes. His divine soul flew outside Bandalsburg Prison's castle once more, but when he looked around, apart from the eight strongest elders and Bain's son, Hailanka, who were still holding up a barrier with both hands raised to the sky, the remaining millions of Dragonkin warriors were all dead!
"Lu Yang, you slaughtered my entire clan! I'll kill you!" Hailanka roared at Lu Yang.
Lu Yang sneered and stared at Hailanka. "If your million clansmen had successfully descended onto the plains today, the two million people of my East Sea would have died instead. Why speak in such a hateful tone? We merely did what the other side wanted to do."
"You weak insects deserve to die!" Hailanka was left speechless by Lu Yang's retort and could only roar this excuse in fury.
"Sadly, you're the insect now. Go die with your father and your clansmen." Lu Yang used the Great Nirvana Art and charged at