Blake suddenly felt a surge of desire well up within him when he noticed this change.
The instinctive desire was suppressed the next moment.
The creatures on this continent were not lambs waiting to be slaughtered. If he followed that desire, he might not even know how he died in the end.
What was wrong with slaughtering low-level lifeforms?
A cruel thought surfaced in Blake's mind.
"Guards."
Outside the hall, two High-rank Silver Dragonman Warriors entered, dropped to one knee, bowed their heads, and waited for their commander's orders.
"Select one hundred civilians from the city and bring them here."
"Yes, Commander."
The two High-rank Silver Dragonman Warriors replied, then rose to leave.
Watching the two guards' retreating backs, Blake added, "Prioritize natives from the evil faction."
"Yes."
About two hours later, a hundred civilians were escorted to the Square Tower by more than a dozen Dragonman Warriors.
Walking out of the hall, Blake looked at the terrified faces before him, raised his right hand, and had a young man who had been concealing his strength dragged before him.
Seeing the cold indifference in Blake's eyes, as though he were looking at a dead object, the young man shuddered in terror and hurriedly said, "My lord, my father is the Governor of Baiyan Port City..."
Blake tightened his right hand and directly crushed the head of the young man, who had been babbling incomprehensibly.
The cruel, bloody scene terrified more than a dozen civilians.
After doing all this, Blake examined his own soul and observed the multicolored ball of light. Compared with before he killed the young man, it had not changed in the slightest.
Seeing this, Blake began testing again.
After killing the last native, Blake slowly closed his eyes. A great deal of information surfaced in his mind