"Stop, Wu Wudi! We are prodigies of the Peacock Race! Are you trying to fight us to the death?! Stop at once—there may still be room for reconciliation."
At this moment, a group of Peacock Race prodigies put on a fierce front while trembling inside, trying to intimidate Xia Ping and find a chance to flee for their lives. They knew that the magic treasure in this brat's hand was terrifyingly powerful and could harm the soul.
Therefore, they did not want to die at Xia Ping's hands and suffer grievous losses.
"I told you long ago not to make a move, but you wouldn't listen. This is the price of disobedience. If I don't beat the pain into you, you'll never understand this lesson." Holding the Samsara Pen, Xia Ping lightly tapped the void.
Boom!
That streak of white light instantly pierced through the great formation set up by the many Peacock Race prodigies, shattering it like glass and triggering a terrifying backlash.
The next second, the Peacock Race prodigies let out shrill screams and were all suppressed and slain by the Samsara Pen.
The Samsara Pen also devoured some of the soul energy they left behind, seemingly growing stronger without end.
"Stop, Wu Wudi! We're innocent! We're only bystanders—we have no grudges against you. Don't attack us!" A group of onlookers cried out, declaring their innocence. They had merely been watching and had no intention of dealing with Wu Wudi.
Watching batch after batch of prodigies die and vanish from the virtual network, they were terrified beyond measure, afraid that Xia Ping would turn on them and that they would die an untimely death, like fish caught in the calamity.
"Innocent? When an avalanche comes, not a single snowflake is innocent. Why don't you understand such a simple