"How dare you! Do you think our Human Race has no one left?"
"Foreign races deserve death."
Suddenly, the void above Eastern Radiance City shattered, and one figure after another stepped out from within.
Mo Yun, Wan Feng, Xiaoyaozi, Ice Heart, Zhao Zilong, Pan Wu.
All six stood above Eastern Radiance City, and as they looked upon its devastated state, their faces were filled with rage.
"You've finally come."
Seeing this, Void below let out a breath of relief inwardly. They had finally come.
These were the final foundation of the Human Race in the Northern Continent—the most promising prodigies capable of making a bid for the Central Continent, the strongest prodigies of the Northern Continent's younger generation.
"Damn it. You truly deserve to die."
Mo Yun stared at the tragic sight of Eastern Radiance City and roared in fury. The Dao rhythm around his body was running wild.
"Feng Xiao, Zhao Kuang, kill them."
A flicker of killing intent flashed through the young man's eyes as he spoke coldly. At this moment, he no longer wished to give the Human Race another chance. Then kill them—kill until they submitted.
They refused to listen when he tried to speak to them properly, so they could die.
They would not take the road to life and insisted on walking the road to death. Then he would grant them their wish.
Feng Xiao and Zhao Kuang each nodded upon hearing this, then charged fiercely toward Mo Yun and the others.
"Good, good, good. Today, I'll use your lives to pay tribute to the fallen prodigies of our Human Race."
Mo Yun's chest heaved violently with rage. These people—these people were too arrogant, too overbearing.
"Kill."
Mo Yun's eyes brimmed with killing intent. At this moment, demonic qi surged around him as he