If nothing else, after taking the young man's punch head-on, he had been spared the suffering the other two endured before they died.
"Got off easy, didn't you, kid!"
Luo Yi muttered to himself, then turned his gaze to the master of the Extreme Demon Dao, who had made such a grand entrance earlier but now lay on the ground, barely clinging to life.
"So, how would you like to die?"
At the young man's calm words, a look of resolve flashed through the eyes of the Extreme Demon Dao master, who had only just escaped death.
"I'll take you down with—"
Before he could finish, a casual flick of the young man's fingers reduced him to dust.
After crushing the three of them as easily as ants, Luo Yi looked surprised.
"With so little strength, they could bring a calamity that would topple the Tiannan Continent?"
He looked at the surviving members of the Devil Race and the Demon-People from the two sects. They were nothing but rotten fish and stinking shrimp.
Luo Yi did not know whether anyone else would believe this rabble could topple the Tiannan Continent, but he certainly would not, not even if beaten to death.
Still, even if these rotten fish and stinking shrimp could not bring such a calamity, their constant scheming in the gutters would be a nuisance.
Better to kill them all than let them escape and plague the living!
His mind made up, Luo Yi raised his long-fingered hand and swept it sharply through the air.
Crack! Crack!
The space that had only just stabilized shattered like glass once more.
In an instant, the surviving members of the Devil Race and the wretches from the Extreme Demon Dao and Ascension Dao could only watch as the fractured space swallowed their