Forget the traitor Shi Yun—even Ouyang Bolun and the others felt a chill run through them at the sight before them. More than thirty Demon Saints had been slaughtered in just a few breaths.
He was not a Martial Emperor, yet to them, he was no different from one. His ferocious might soared to the heavens; he was more demonic than demons themselves.
"Beast, I hadn't wanted to settle the matter with you before, yet you dared betray the human race!"
Wei Fan raised a hand and directly shattered Shi Yun's limbs, drawing a shrill scream from him.
Then he looked at Ouyang Bolun. "Commander Ouyang, should I kill him myself, or hand him over to the Demon Hunter Organization for judgment?"
Ouyang Bolun looked at Shi Yun, hatred appearing on his face. "Killing him outright would be letting him off too easily. Hand him to the Demon Hunter Organization. We have ways to make him beg for death while unable to die, and we can use him to intimidate those wavering people as well."
Shi Yun was the Zhou Family's son-in-law. With Shi Yun's betrayal this time, even the Zhou Family would be implicated. It was only that the Demon Hunter Organization had not previously had the inclination to trouble the Zhou Family.
Wei Fan nodded and handed Shi Yun over to Ouyang Bolun.
"Everyone, leave this place as quickly as possible. Now that I've appeared, the Demon Emperors will descend at any moment."
His spiritual senses had already felt the trembling of the Great Dao between heaven and earth. Terrifying auras were approaching at an unimaginable speed, crossing tens of thousands of miles in a single night.
"Be careful. Don't act rashly!"
Ouyang Bolun and the others said nothing more, charging toward the distant battlefield.
"Demon Emperor..."
Wei