The Blessed One struggling in the flames stared fixedly at Su Wuwei and spat out a vicious curse.
"You'll all die horrible deaths! The Present World has no future. In the end, you'll become wandering ghosts just like us, suffering endless torment for all eternity!"
Su Wuwei sneered and clenched his fingers, crushing the life out of his opponent. The flames vanished, and remnant materials fell to the ground and rolled to his feet.
He glanced at the materials at his feet, but showed no intention of picking them up. He turned and strode away with casual flair.
"You're the only ones who will never know rest."
Elsewhere, Mu Bingge pinpointed the Priest. After swiftly finishing off a Blessed One, she walked toward it.
The Priest could sense that it was no match for the person before it. She was clearly only Fifth Order, yet the pressure she exerted was overwhelmingly intense.
"People of the Present World, we were once humans too. Are you really going to wipe us out like this now?
We didn't want to live in this form either. We didn't want to suffer under the oppression of Calamity. Why do you get to live as humans, looking so splendid, while we've been reduced to this?
All we wanted back then was to live. Did we really have to die?!"
Before it could finish, a whip lashed across its face. Mu Bingge's expression showed not the slightest flicker of emotion, only mild puzzlement.
"What else? If you don't die, should I?"
The Calamity's face twisted from the lash. One moment it had been playing pitiful and bemoaning its misery; the next, it lunged, spitting out poisoned needles.
A sinister gleam flashed across the needle tips, only to be blocked by a Water Mirror. The Water Mirror before