"Die! Die! Die!"
A gaunt, skeletal, bizarre figure drifted slowly down from the sky. Thin membranes, like bat wings, were bound between his hands and feet. Using these strange sheets of unknown material, he glided through the air on the wind, remaining aloft for a long while without touching the ground.
Streams of blood essence shot into the heavens, all merging into his body. Millions of common people had died miserably in Peaceful People City, and so many demigods had been slain on the spot. The blood essence of a single demigod was comparable to that of hundreds of thousands of commoners. Billowing blood mist was all sucked into this man's body. By the time he descended to within nearly a thousand meters of the ground, his body had swollen until it was nearly transparent, filled with roiling blood mist.
Asura laughed madly. "Patriarch, kill me too! Destruction—only the path of destruction can truly..."
"Too much nonsense!" The man drifting down from the sky gave a savage laugh. With a casual grab, he condensed a hair-thin wind blade from a gale in his hand. It shot down with a piercing shriek, easily splitting Asura's head apart. Asura revealed a smile of release, and a viscous stream of blood essence rose from within him, likewise entering that man's body.
A flesh ball around three meters in diameter appeared in the sky. Its thin skin and flesh were nearly transparent, revealing countless rolling waves of blood swirling within. Only the gaunt little man's head remained unchanged. It looked like a huge football with a grape the size of a thumb attached to it—an eerie, ferocious sight no matter how one looked at it.
Mingzhi sucked in a breath in horror and groaned weakly, "The divine master from nine generations ago of the