The ground was strewn with soldiers' corpses, blood flowing everywhere and giving off a pungent stench. Amid the bodies, the Killing Sword Elves remained kneeling motionlessly on the ground, looking devout and fervent as they gazed at the godlike figure in the sky.
That person indeed did not harm the Killing Sword Elves. So many sword souls poured down from the sky; some passed straight through them, yet did not injure them in the slightest.
This made them even more excited and exhilarated. The Lord of the Killing Sword had acknowledged their existence.
Mi Ye, who had originally been severely wounded, wore an excited expression as he laboriously crawled forward, appearing humble and devout before the god in their hearts.
Zhao Fu's appearance had undoubtedly given these people true light, saving them from the darkness and allowing them to find a direction to move forward in. The killing intent had eroded not only their bodies, but also their minds.
Now, where was the former ferocity and cruelty of the many Killing Sword Elves? At this moment, they all looked like devout and loyal little pets. Even if Zhao Fu killed them now, they probably would not have any complaints.
After learning this news, as well as the news sent by that small kingdom, Zhao Fu formed a clear plan in his heart. Having finished these matters, Zhao Fu did not say or indicate anything. His body flickered, and he vanished from where he stood, as though he had never appeared at all.
Only then did the many Killing Sword Elves come back to their senses. One after another, they excitedly rose from the ground. Today, they had seen the Lord of the Killing Sword, the source of all killing sword intent. This was what the Killing Sword Elves considered the