Slaughter's expression grew increasingly awkward.
Every time he released one, his master absorbed one... How could that not leave him embarrassed?
All these years, he had been hunting down the traitors of the End Realm.
Who would have thought they were all his master's incarnations?
No matter who the traitor was, his master could not possibly be one.
After all, the living beings of the End Realm had indeed perished in the destruction of the End Realm.
And the reason these powerhouses had fled the End Realm might have been to "preserve the Fire Seed of the End Realm's living beings," or perhaps they were survivors from when the End Realm was destroyed.
Wasn't Slaughter, Curse, and the others also survivors of the End Realm's destruction?
That only made Slaughter even more embarrassed.
It was one thing for him to defy his superior and hunt down his master's incarnations, but in a sense, this group was not traitorous at all!
Though incomparably embarrassed, Slaughter hurriedly released the powerhouses he had trapped within the Great Dao.
At last, after a powerhouse emerged, he did not gather toward Zhang Yang.
A strand of Life Origin condensed into a living being under the confirmation of its self-awareness.
"Chang Hong!"
Slaughter was delighted. At last, there was one who was not his master's incarnation.
Chang Hong, who had only just condensed into a life form, looked at Slaughter with uncertainty. "What exactly are you doing?"
He had clearly "killed" him, yet now he had "saved" him again.
Slaughter glanced at Chang Hong and said, "I gave you your life back. You're not satisfied?"
"This..."
Chang Hong was left speechless for a moment.
What he actually wanted to say was that he had already discovered the foundation of Slaughter's Great Dao.
It was not "killing"