Luo Zheng remained in the void for quite some time.
One after another, powerful consciousnesses launched attacks against the Will of the Great Thousand World, but he annihilated every last one of them.
There had been forty-five attacks in total.
Some of the consciousnesses had clearly come from the same person. Apparently unwilling to be erased by Luo Zheng, they launched attack after attack, hoping to carve out a place for themselves within the Will of the Great Thousand World.
But such attacks were doomed to be futile.
The wills of one million and three Great Thousand Worlds had fused together for Luo Zheng's use. How powerful was this will?
Even consciousnesses as powerful as Celestial Venerables were as easy for Luo Zheng to crush with a thought as an ant.
Annihilating consciousnesses inflicted great damage on the soul. After Luo Zheng destroyed them time and again, those unwilling souls finally quieted down, and the Great Thousand World sank into silence.
"Those fellows should be the Ancient Witch Race," Luo Zheng analyzed calmly.
He had tried to search the Will of the Great Thousand World for the creatures that had launched the attacks, looking through its memories, but found only a blank. Those people were clearly not natives of the Great Thousand World, yet they could not have been among Old Man Feng's group either. The only possible answer was the Ancient Witch Race.
After the attacks ceased, Luo Zheng continued forward through the void, fleeing all the way to the vicinity of the Chaotic Star Sea. The back side of the Chaotic Star Sea was now completely empty.
Luo Zheng had originally thought this was the Ancient Witch Race's lair, but not a single living creature could be seen. Could Old Man Feng and the others have cleaned it