A thousand Heaven Temple Spirit Masters and Ancestral God Hall Sky Priests charged into the barbarian village like tigers and wolves, beginning a one-sided massacre.
Even Ye Zhen's personal guards all revealed eager, battle-hungry expressions.
Under Ye Zhen's command, five hundred of the two thousand personal guards remained to protect Princess Changle, while the other fifteen hundred formed units of ten and occupied the high ground surrounding the barbarian village according to Ye Zhen's tactics.
The tactics Ye Zhen had arranged beforehand were simple: anything that could be blasted to death with a Flame Spirit Demon-Exploding Crossbow was to be blasted to death with a Flame Spirit Demon-Exploding Crossbow.
Among the military equipment Ye Zhen had requisitioned for this expedition were vast quantities of Flame Spirit Demon-Exploding Crossbows—one for every man.
In an instant, miserable screams filled the barbarian village.
Just as Moon Priest Ge Xuan had ordered, regardless of age or gender, all were to be exterminated.
This near-slaughter, which spared neither the old nor the young, caused Ye Zhen no discomfort whatsoever.
There were barbarians on the True Profound Continent as well. Whenever those barbarians invaded human territory, forget extermination—even boiling living people alive and eating them was commonplace.
This had nothing to do with justice. It was about race.
Suddenly, Ye Zhen's gaze fell upon an elderly man at the very center of the barbarian village. His hair was white, and his entire body was covered in bizarre, intricate patterns. He was a barbarian priest.
Every village had one.
The old barbarian priest suddenly went mad and hacked to death several dozen weak clansmen gathered around him. Their blood all flowed beneath his feet, pooling into a crimson puddle.
As he danced wildly and chanted obscure, incomprehensible incantations, wave after wave of inexplicable, sinister fluctuations began to