Seeing their numbers dwindle, Mo Si grew anxious. If this kept up, they would not even get to eat shit while it was still warm.
So Mo Si led the pack of wolfish, tigerish fellows behind him into the battle.
Over a hundred present-day prodigies faced several thousand Great Demons—and Great Demons who had been pent up for far too long. Every one of them struck without the slightest mercy.
The battle was brutally violent, and amid that violence was utter devastation.
But gradually, the fighting came to a halt. The Great Demons were still unsatisfied, and as they looked at the mangled corpses below, each one wore an expression of disappointment at their failure to meet expectations.
They were far too fragile. Before they had even put in any real effort, these fellows were already done for.
It was truly infuriating.
"Young Lord, they've all been dealt with."
Mo Yi strode up to Poison Venerable and said bluntly, his face brimming with delight. It felt so damn good—this time had truly been exhilarating.
He had fought five alone, one against five. Though he had suffered a few minor wounds, they were nothing serious. The feeling of fighting with all his strength, without caring whether the enemy lived or died, was simply too satisfying.
Unlike before, when he had always had to hold himself back.
"Alright. Change locations."
Poison Venerable nodded slightly and waved his hand, turning to leave with the hulking group. The gorge, once lush and beautiful with dense trees, had now become a massive crater. The entire gorge had been blasted into ruins.
The crater was filled with flesh and blood. Chunks of bloody minced remains lay everywhere, gruesome beyond compare. Not a single intact corpse could be found here.
That alone showed just how savage this