Across several million square kilometers, the ground was almost nowhere to be seen, completely carpeted with corpses piled atop corpses, corpses crushing corpses.
Some were large, some small; some whole, some mutilated.
Angel wings, demon horns, remnants of holy light, and embers of darkness lay mixed together like an enormous, brilliantly colored carpet.
Terrifying energy fluctuations surged across this field of corpses, grinding all ordinary matter into powder.
As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but flesh and blood—transcendent flesh and blood, red, black, gold, and purple, like an abstract painting.
In the past, Wu Heng would have collected this flesh and blood.
The flesh and blood of transcendent beings contained abundant energy. It could be refined into potions and used to strengthen the Demon Hunter Guild's warriors.
But this time, he did not move.
The Demon Hunter Guild already had enough potions. He could not keep playing nanny and treating the Guild's growth as his goal. It was time to put an end to this childish game.
He had more important things to do now.
Wu Heng raised his left hand, and the ring in his palm glowed.
With a light flick of his thumb, the ring slid off his index finger and flew into the air.
It spun in the air, faster and faster, higher and higher. Silvery-white light flowed over its surface like a spinning top.
He extended his right hand and grabbed forward.
His hand passed through the void and seized the ring. Then he opened his hand, leaving only a patch of silvery-white powder in his palm—not metal dust, but dust of light, crystallized energy.
The powder slipped through his fingers like sand through an hourglass.
It fell toward the ground, but before it could touch the earth, the surging energy fluctuations