Looking at the corpses of the twelve members slain by the power of the Divine Authority of Destruction.
Han Wu sincerely felt it was a pity.
There was nothing to say about the sheer power of the Divine Authority of Destruction.
Once it hit, it was a 100% kill; both life and soul were directly wiped out.
But it was simply too wasteful.
Two Three Thousand Worlds Level powerhouses, along with ten Great Thousand World Level powerhouses—if they had been left for Han Wu to kill, he could have gained quite a few Life Sacrifice rewards.
But now, all that remained were the corpses of twelve members.
These corpses had completely lost all vitality, and the various authorities they possessed in life had vanished like smoke in the wind.
Their only remaining use was to feed kin, or to be handed over to an expert skilled in making puppets and turned into puppets at great expense.
Even if corpses with both soul and spirit extinguished were made into puppets, they would be doomed never to improve afterward, and their strength would be greatly diminished.
Still, they had some small value left to exploit.
Seeing this, Han Wu let out another long sigh.
He truly wanted to have a talk with the Destruction God King, asking him to sheathe his blade from now on and stop getting in the way of Han Wu making money.
But judging by how stubbornly the Destruction God King was putting on a brave face, he was probably not going to listen.
Han Wu could only find an excuse to temporarily leave the area guarded by the Destruction God King, giving him some time to restore his own energy as well.
Otherwise, with Han Wu standing nearby, the Destruction God King would probably force himself to