On the other side of the black prison on Red Maple Star, controlled by the West Forest Clan, Chu Feng, merely in the Contemplation Realm, had slaughtered a squad of Essence Consumption Realm prodigies from the West Forest Clan.
These West Forest Clan members were no weaklings, but against Chu Feng, who was stronger than them, they could only die with resentment. After killing them all, Chu Feng looked toward the descendants of ancient Earthlings they had enslaved. Seeing him look over, the group immediately stirred, shrinking back in fear.
"You all..."
Chu Feng's emotions were complicated. These people's bloodlines and physiques were not weak. Even after enduring endless torment, they had struggled to survive, yet they had basically been crippled.
Chu Feng felt a wave of sorrow. He did not blame them for lacking courage or fighting spirit. In an environment where they had been enslaved generation after generation, even the slightest resistance could bring utter destruction. Even the descendants of peerless experts would be ruined.
His nose stung as he looked at the old and young among them. Their eyes were so numb; enslavement had broken them. Still, he found some comfort in the fact that some young people and children still held faint unwillingness and hatred in their eyes as they looked at those fallen bodies.
Whoosh!
Chu Feng took out a Jade Purification Vase and swept it forward, drawing all the elderly, children, sick, and disabled people before him inside. "Rest easy. I'll take you away!"
The setting sun was blood-red, and the earth was equally crimson. Chu Feng stood there like a Great Devil God, surrounded by the corpses of geniuses.
Those he had killed were all outstanding members of the West Forest Clan's younger generation. Now that they had all been slain, those old