"You should have tucked your tail and run. That way, you might have escaped this disaster."
Xiao Tianyang pressed the Congyun Blade against Nixon's neck and sneered. "But why am I even saying so much to you?"
"You're dead anyway. Who cares about how you feel right now?"
The moment his words fell, a head hit the ground.
At the same time, a vast surge of Mental Power crushed in from all directions!
Bang!
As though bursting a balloon, Nixon's grotesque soul was crushed into fragments on the spot.
Xiao Tianyang did not even intend to absorb the man's soul.
There was no particular reason. He simply found it filthy.
As for why he saw it that way, it was related to the essential nature of the Evil God's power.
Although a single apostle could not represent the Evil God, their power originated from it.
Therefore, unless Xiao Tianyang was truly desperate enough to consume anything, he would not even spare such things a glance.
There was no doubt that they had gained an enormous advantage in this battle.
From the high skies to the low air, then down to the ground battlefield, the fighting had been divided into three zones.
The area with the highest level of combat power and the greatest influence was naturally Xiao Tianyang's battlefield.
However, calling it the most difficult was only in comparison to the other battle zones.
If one had to evaluate Xiao Tianyang's performance, he had merely come out for a casual stroll.
The apostles posed no threat to him whatsoever, especially cowards like Nixon who feared death.
Fanatics might have been the strongest among those of the same rank, but before him, they were nothing.
Overall, this battle had effectively ended three minutes ago, after he killed the first fanatic.
Even