They looked at the headless Mutated Golden Condor and the Mutated Himalayan Vulture that had been split in two.
Then they looked at Ji Lang, who stood quietly there, his expression unchanged from beginning to end, as though he had merely crushed two ants to death with a casual flick of his hand.
All those who had been advancing at extreme speed, intending to reach the Yao Beast Flesh and Blood as quickly as possible—
Whether human—
Or mutated creature—
At this moment, they all made the same choice—
They stopped advancing and remained where they were.
It could only be said—
Faced with this sight—
Everyone had been forcibly calmed down.
But Ji Lang—or rather, Ling Wuyuan, who controlled Ji Lang's body—did not stop there.
After all—
Since he had begun cleaning up the trash—
He naturally had to clean it up completely.
They saw—
As his palm blade slashed twice more through the air—
The remaining two War Class Mutated Creatures followed right after the first two victims, meeting their deaths on the spot as well, still without the slightest ability to resist.
No matter how vigilant they were, it was meaningless.
The instant Ling Wuyuan made his move, their endings had already been decided.
To the human powerhouses present—
It was unquestionably crushing strength.
Ling Wuyuan had clearly acted right before their eyes, yet they simply could not understand how he had accomplished it.
That was power beyond their comprehension—
Therefore—
At this moment, everyone felt that what stood before them was not human at all, but something wearing human skin—especially after they noticed the target's gaze, that utterly indifferent gaze.
They immediately rejected the intelligence they had received remotely earlier.
The intelligence regarding Ji Lang.
They were quite certain that the person before them was definitely