"Xu Lang, are you going to command the battlefield yourself?"
Just then, a streak flashed across the sky. Kui Zi, clad in silver-white mechanical armor, descended at high speed.
"No. I just came to take a look and plant a seed while I'm here," Xu Lang said with a smile.
Kui Zi's eyes shifted. Staring at his current body, she asked, "Is that it?"
The women of Demon King Castle all knew Xu Lang was a ghost god. They had suggested long ago that he sow his power elsewhere.
But back then, Xu Lang had been a "young ghost god" and lacked the ability.
"This body has already mutated. Its potential isn't bad... but it's nowhere near a human's!" Xu Lang turned his gaze to Xie Jin.
The man was still alive!
The Blood Immortal had drained half his body, leaving it utterly withered, while the other half remained alive.
By all rights, he should have died long ago. Yet he was still alive, dragging his body toward the two pieces of dried human skin.
Kui Zi followed Xu Lang's gaze, and the faint smile on her face gradually faded.
The whole of Earth had become a living hell!
The once-blue planet was now drenched in blood!
Kui Zi had seen scenes like this countless times, but they never left her unmoved.
War was no laughing matter. Neither was disaster, especially when the victims were her own kind.
Anyone could grieve at the sight of another's death. Humans could see a life and recoil from seeing it end, yet humans could also slaughter one another and wipe out entire clans!
That was why Xu Lang believed humanity's potential was so great.
Some forms of chaos and contradiction could only be found in the human race.
Without collision, there was no