Ghost Marquis cried out, "Seventh Brother, did you hear that?"
Lu Yin had no time to answer. He quickly left the canyon, only to find corpses littering the ground, reduced to bones. Banners fluttered, then vanished into ashes in an instant. His arrival made the slightest sound, and that tiny sound turned everything within ten thousand meters into nothingness. Just as inside the centipede's belly, nothing left behind from ancient times could withstand even the slightest destruction—except for the spears standing upright in the earth.
Lu Yin stared at the scene before him in shock. Corpses covered the entire island. How many people had died here? At least hundreds of thousands, surely. In the sky, countless voices boomed amid explosive crashes.
"We are unwilling to accept this! Our descendants have no hope left. How can we be willing to accept this?"
"I am Six. I will kill every Five."
"The heavens have changed! The heavens have changed! From this day onward, the heavens belong to Six!"
Lu Yin crouched down, enduring the voices as they bombarded him in waves. Blood ran from his eyes, ears, and nostrils, dripping onto the island.
Ghost Marquis had gone silent. It had probably passed out.
Lu Yin gasped for breath, mouth agape as he tried to quiet the sound, but it was no use. He even ruptured his eardrums, yet the voices still went straight into his mind, roaring until he was utterly disoriented. They weren't attacks, but the power within them could still injure his Essence, Qi, and Spirit across countless ages. He couldn't imagine how powerful these people had been in life.
He couldn't take it anymore. Lu Yin's body began to tremble; it was reaching its limit. He had to keep going. His gaze hardened, and he ran forward. Even