"How was that? Satisfied?"
A figure emerged from the mist. Beside him, six spoils from Xu Kun's two attacks were sealed within clouds.
With just two moves, he had slain six Ratfolk Half-Saints. Three of them had already lost the ability to maintain their own Pseudo Saint Domains when Xu Kun summoned the powers of wind and water. The other three had simply been countered by opposing attributes.
Of the remaining three Ratfolk Half-Saints, two had barely survived with the protection of their Pseudo Saint Domains after suffering backlash from them. However, they clearly were not in good condition.
Only the leader, the Icefire Demon Lord, wore an ugly expression while suffering little disruption to his aura. Even his dual-aspect Pseudo Saint Domain remained solid.
"You... truly are extraordinary."
"Thanks for the compliment. Here, take them back."
Xu Kun returned the cloud mass containing the six Ratfolk Half-Saint corpses.
A hint of reluctance appeared in the Icefire Demon Lord's eyes, but he still said sincerely to Xu Kun, "Thank you."
This had been a direct confrontation. Their side had held both the numerical and realm advantage, so it had been unfair from the start. Their deaths only proved that the other party was strong enough, and the fact that their corpses had been left intact showed that he had held back.
To every person walking among the myriad races, never knowing whether tomorrow or disaster would arrive first, dying in such a direct battle was absolutely a worthy death.
To die wrapped in horsehide was the highest glory!
"Well? Do you still want to fight?"
"I do!" the Icefire Demon Lord answered firmly.
Xu Kun looked at him, then at the two Ratfolk Venerables beside him, both of whom wore terrified expressions. "Are you sure?"
The Icefire Demon Lord said