That Otherworldly Race Great Luo was split cleanly in two from head to toe.
Only a Primordial Spirit transformed into a streak of light and fled in terror.
The two halves of its body fell to the ground, revealing a wolf corpse as large as a mountain!
The ancestor of the Sky Wolf Clan.
Guangchengzi glanced in the direction the Primordial Spirit had fled before withdrawing his gaze.
Let it escape. A half-dead Great Luo could not stir up much trouble.
He put away the two halves of the mountain-sized wolf corpse. Otherwise, under the pull of the Great Luo's lingering aura, the surviving Humans here would not have lived either!
More importantly, his gaze now fell beside the well in the center of the tribe, upon the child who was being held by a woman yet stubbornly poking his head out.
Guangchengzi descended from the clouds.
He walked across the tribe's charred earth toward the well. When the kneeling Humans saw the immortal land before them, they bowed their heads even lower, their whole bodies trembling violently.
Guangchengzi said nothing.
He stood there, his gaze sweeping over the surroundings—the severed limbs scattered across the ground, the house frames burned to charcoal...!
He stood there for a long time, until the prostrate Humans began cautiously raising their heads to look at him.
Then Guangchengzi finally moved.
He flicked his fingers repeatedly, and streaks of azure light flew from his fingertips, entering the bodies of the Humans who were still alive.
The instant the azure light entered their bodies, their wounds began to heal, and their broken bones reconnected. Even a warrior who had lost half his shoulder, bled excessively, and hovered on the brink of death regenerated his severed arm after the azure light entered him!
The several claw wounds