The Sacred Artifact wielders then began advancing into the surrounding areas. They stirred up unrest in cities, drawing in modern armies, and even restricted some of their own power to fight those armies, seemingly to gain combat experience.
They hunted every living creature, humans included, making the Sacred Artifacts more vibrant and powerful.
Jerusalem was only a very small country, its total population at most equivalent to a single city in a large nation, but there were quite a few other countries around it, and all suffered massacres.
The Sacred Artifacts spread across this land like a bloody calamity of slaughter.
After hearing this, Jiang Chen raised his head and gazed toward the horizon, taking a long look at that enormous sun disc before vanishing in a flash.
Not long afterward, he found his targets in a seaside city.
The morning sun had just risen above the sea, its orange-red light tinting the water and falling over the red and white houses scattered at varying heights. It was as beautiful as a painting.
If one ignored the bodies strewn across the sea.
Inside a café, several young people were laughing and discussing the extravagant lives they would lead after ruling the world. Others shared insights and experiences from using their extraordinary powers, looking full of aspiration and enthusiasm.
But the waitresses beside them, their clothes torn, could feel none of the positivity in that atmosphere. They merely covered their bodies in a daze.
Some stared blankly, as though their souls had been drawn out. Whenever the young people looked their way, they would instinctively tremble again, crying out, "Don't kill me."
Everyone in the city was dead. Their hometown had been slaughtered, and the killers were even treating it as a place for rest and entertainment, drinking coffee among the