Tu Zaichuan had escaped. That brief delay had ultimately prevented Nie Li from catching him.
His descendants had been slaughtered, and he himself had been gravely wounded. Yet because those ants below had obstructed him, he had failed to kill Tu Zaichuan.
Tu Zaichuan deserved to die, and every human below had to die as well!
Nie Li looked at the terror on the humans' faces aboard the fleet, and a flicker of pleasure shone in his eyes.
This fear of death was exactly what he wanted. He wanted to watch these humans panic helplessly before him, powerless to do anything.
Nie Li's gaze shifted toward the human in midair.
Among all the people below, only this human at the peak Joint Aperture Realm remained calm.
Nie Li disliked that composure. How dared a mere Joint Aperture Realm martial artist wear such an expression before him!
The fact that his previous strike had failed to kill the man, and had not even damaged the fleet, had surprised Nie Li somewhat.
Precisely because he had sensed that the humans aboard the fleet were still alive, Nie Li had turned back to pursue them after failing to catch Tu Zaichuan.
These ants could be killed or spared; they would have no effect on Tu Zaichuan either way. But killing ants could vent his anger, and what Nie Li needed now was to pour out the fury in his heart.
On the decks, everyone, whether in the Body Refining Realm or the Aperture Refining Realm, was pinned motionless by the demon king's aura.
Even Joint Aperture Realm cultivators like Tong Linyun were forced to lower themselves under the demon king's pressure and land on the decks.
The demon king's aura was terrifying, as vast as the sea and deep as an abyss. Trying