Those who occupied positions of power often grew more cold-blooded.
But that did not mean they were truly cruel or bloodthirsty. Rather, when weighing what to keep and what to sacrifice, they made certain choices because they had no alternative.
Mingwei was by no means someone who enjoyed slaughter, but at that moment, she did not hesitate in the slightest!
"Buzz..."
Mingwei abruptly pointed a finger toward the crowd.
Not far ahead of her, a beam of seven colored light appeared out of thin air. Like a seven-colored snake, it crawled continuously through the air, its head chasing its tail until the two met and formed a ring.
The beam spun at an astonishing speed, forming a halo millions wide as it whirled. At the same time, an aura of utter savagery radiated from it!
Some of the desolate gods felt that terrifying aura and stopped in their tracks, fear spreading across their faces.
"What kind of technique is this? It might be even more powerful than Judgment Light!"
"If that halo catches us, we'll be dead for certain!"
But those frightened voices were soon drowned out.
"We have strength in numbers! She might not dare to kill us!"
"That's right! She can't possibly kill every last one of us!"
"Don't be afraid! Charge!"
The desolate gods' eyes were already red with desperation. They knew their only chance of survival lay in entering the bone tower. There was no other choice, and their desire to live had completely suppressed the fear in their hearts.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."
Not only did the desolate gods fail to stop, they greatly increased their speed.
"I wouldn't dare to kill?" A faint smile appeared on Mingwei's face. She curled her right hand toward the halo through the air and gave it a