Of the Ascenders he had killed, there was not only Wang Sheng from the Painted Skin World, but also Meng Longtan, Hou Xia, and others from the Painting Wall World.
Of course, there were also many Ascenders from the Historical World and the Martial Arts World.
These people, numbering in the tens of thousands, had been bewitched and tempted by the Demon Cult.
Or perhaps the Demon Cult's experts had simply forced them to join.
Now, as Ding Ling brought his blade down again and again, cleaving through the Blood Sea,
beneath the Heavenly Demon Blade,
they were all shattered.
"Wang Sheng is dead. I wonder if the fox spirit Xiao Wei will come looking for revenge?"
Ding Ling thought:
Judging from Wang Sheng's fragmentary memories, although he and Xiao Wei didn't end up together due to the interference of so many players and Ascenders, they still have an extraordinary friendship, bound by the threads of fate and marriage. Now that Wang Sheng is dead, won't Xiao Wei go mad?
Ding Ling hadn't expected this one massacre
to kill so many Ascenders.
But they were already dead.
It was impossible for Ding Ling to resurrect them.
There were simply too many dead people, and the fragments of their corpses had all been mixed into a paste. To resurrect them, he would have to separate those fragments bit by bit. The difficulty was simply too great.
Of course,
the main reason was that this group had been interfered with by the Youquan Blood Demon and a Celestial Venerable. Their souls had been infused with demonic energy, and they had practically become true demons. Even if they were saved, they would still be demons.
Take the Heavenly Blade Old Man, for example. He had not truly fallen into demonic corruption, so there