The raindrops fell faster and faster, turning into a torrential downpour in the blink of an eye.
Every remaining member of the Crimson Li Tribe became a Lost Soul beneath Xu Zimo's blade.
"I only hope that when you reach hell, you'll be good people," Xu Zimo said as he killed the last tribesman, then slowly made his way to the barrier.
At this moment, the barrier had lost all defensive power due to its exhausted energy.
Xu Zimo tore open the barrier with a single slash and entered the forest.
Whether human or monster, corpse bones were piled up like mountains. Not a single living soul remained.
"I avenged you. I really am such a good person," Xu Zimo said, shaking his head with a sigh.
"Good people are rewarded. Your blood and qi should help me cultivate as well."
After one's limbs were severed, one would not die immediately. Instead, one would slowly and agonizingly die from excessive blood loss and pain.
But Chi Yi was a Saint Meridian Realm expert. So long as his divine soul remained intact, wounds like these could slowly heal.
Having lost both hands and feet, Chi Yi could only lie helplessly on the ground, allowing the rain to wash over his face.
At that moment, a figure stood before him, blocking the pouring rain.
"Don't kill me. I can give you the Nine Transformations of the God of War," Chi Yi hurriedly begged.
"Where are the Nine Transformations of the God of War?" Xu Zimo asked blandly.
He was indeed rather curious about this divine skill. Earlier, he had not given Chi Yi the chance to use the other transformations; otherwise, it truly would have been a hard battle.
The mere fourth transformation had already made him feel troubled.
If all