"Is it over?"
When Meng Ke'er saw Shen Yi and the other two emerge from the mist one after another, she felt slightly relieved.
"Mm."
Shen Yi nodded lightly, sweeping his gaze across the surroundings and staring coldly at the crowd.
"Wen Ze has met his end! Shadow Island has been destroyed!"
Sikong Guxing shouted loudly, his mighty voice spreading for a thousand miles. His hoarse voice echoed through everyone's hearts like demonic music, impossible to shake off.
"Those who aren't afraid of death, come at us!"
Yu Chen stood on Shen Yi's other side, his sinister voice ringing out as his jade-white bone wings flapped continuously, sending out piercing whistles through the air.
All the Soul Tribe members who had come to offer support were too shocked to speak. With the strength of only three people, they had exterminated an entire tribe without leaving a single survivor. The youth standing at the forefront, in particular, filled them with dread.
"What should we do now?"
The crowd whispered among themselves, fear rising in their hearts. If they truly started fighting, they would probably be the ones to suffer in the end.
"Hmph. The green hills remain, and the rivers run long. Our tribe will remember today's humiliation, and we will repay it tenfold someday!"
The leaders shouted at Shen Yi, then hurried away before their words had even faded, without looking back. Their tribes were nowhere near as powerful as the Shadow Soul Tribe; they were merely putting on a brave front. Inwardly, they cursed Wen Ze for being hateful—even in death, he had nearly dragged them into the water. Having provoked the Killing God, they could not bear Shen Yi's wrath.
"Now that matters here are settled, I shall take my leave. If Miss Ke'er has any needs in