Looking at Little Cripple, who had already been transformed into a Living Dead, Feng Qi felt not the slightest bit of pity.
Even though he knew Little Cripple had done all this for the rise of its race.
It should not have built its race's rise upon the invasion and destruction of human civilization.
Even if the Mist Lord had not accidentally harvested Little Cripple and its people, the human survivors in the shelter would soon have faced crises both within and without. They might even have been brutally slaughtered by Little Cripple and its people.
Do the splits.
Accompanied by the narrator's shout, Little Cripple, which had just stood up, performed a standing split on the spot.
Without the Rune Crystal, Little Cripple's congenital disability left it unable to stand properly.
Feng Qi stepped forward and crushed Little Cripple's head beneath his foot.
Just as he had expected, killing Little Cripple did not grant him its Talent Ability.
He had also figured out the reason.
He could indeed extract Talent Abilities by killing Domain Creatures.
But Little Cripple had already become a sacrifice to the Mist Lord.
It was now merely a new life transformed from a corpse, without any consciousness.
Naturally, he could not extract a Talent Ability from a creature that was already dead.
Little Cripple's origins were now perfectly clear, but in Feng Qi's eyes, it did not count as a threat at all.
Compared to the Mist Lord, which had plotted for a thousand years and possessed formidable strength,
Little Cripple seemed immature and laughable, whether in combat strength or its plans for the future.
Its final outcome had also been exceptionally tragic.
It had thought that by bringing its people through space to the human world, it could lead its race toward prosperity and