Bei Ming and Jieyin moved, their figures flashing as space trembled. They reappeared above Asura City.
The entire battlefield immediately fell silent.
Then Old Ancestor Ming He led the Asura Race in a bow. "Greetings, Wen Zu!"
Zhunti and Jieyin exchanged a glance, then hurriedly led the Western Religion disciples and retainers in saluting.
"Greetings, Wen Zu! Greetings, Senior Aunt!"
However, the heavily indoctrinated Servant Army had always revered the Western Religion as supreme. Before they could react, they all stood there with bewildered expressions.
The next instant, the surrounding Asura Race suddenly attacked and slaughtered them all.
Jieyin's mind wandered beyond the heavens, as though he did not care in the slightest about what was happening below.
Zhunti and most members of the Western Religion likewise made no move.
In truth, they all understood perfectly well.
The moment Bei Ming appeared, every outcome had already been decided.
Such was the absolute deterrence of a top-notch great power of the Primordial Wilderness.
Within the Western Religion, only Kimnara was shaken to his core.
Those Cultivators who had died were the Western Religion's most fervent believers.
They had followed the Western Religion through countless years, struggling to survive in the barren lands of the West.
They firmly believed that the Western Religion could save the West and bring it hope.
That was precisely why they had become the Servant Army and why they had been willing to die for the Western Religion.
Yet now, they had been wiped out to the last man.
The Saints of the Western Religion had chosen to bow their heads before other powerful figures!
A fierce doubt suddenly arose in Kimnara's heart.
He was unlike the other disciples of the Western Religion, who merely followed closely in Jieyin's footsteps.
As long as Jieyin made a decision,