Lin Daiyu had long since beaten the monk and Daoist beyond human recognition.
This was no figure of speech. She had truly beaten them until they no longer resembled humans. Their limbs were gone, their heads smashed into their chests, not a single bone in their bodies intact. Ordinary people would have died long ago; even zombie monsters should have collapsed and stopped moving.
Yet the monk and Daoist could still move, dragging their mangled bodies toward the Fengshan Altar.
As Lin Daiyu beat, tore at, and blocked them, she shouted in a sweet, delicate voice, "So you really are monsters wearing human skin! You should not exist! If you did not exist, humanity would find its own way out and would never suffer the misery of this world. You should not exist!"
The old eunuch in the distance was already staring dumbfoundedly. He looked blankly at the two ruined corpses, then heard Lin Daiyu's words, and his heart immediately turned cold.
"...There truly are such monsters hiding among the living. After His Majesty offers sacrifices to Heaven, we must conduct a great search across the realm!" the old eunuch muttered to himself.
And the more Lin Daiyu beat the monk and Daoist, the more unwavering her spirit and will became.
Mere verbal preaching and proof witnessed with one's own eyes were entirely different things. By now, Lin Daiyu no longer had the slightest doubt about the existence of nonhumans.
There truly were inexplicable nonhumans in this world. They wore human skin, disguised themselves, and mimicked humans, but in truth, they were merely demons and monsters—creatures that oppressed, exploited, and even devoured humanity!
"Brother never lied to me!"
Lin Daiyu's expression was calm. There was neither killing intent nor emotion on her face as she looked upon the monk and