Shi Qingyun's reputation as the Corpse Picker resounded across the Boundary Sea, but under the present circumstances, even if the man ahead had been Butcher, they had no way back.
Retreat and be corrupted by darkness, or advance and kill Shi Qingyun-it was hardly a difficult choice.
Shi Qingyun stood atop mountains of corpses and seas of blood, his breathing slightly labored. More than three years had passed from the start of battle to his slaughter of the groups that had come before.
Three years of uninterrupted fighting had indeed left him somewhat tired, but that was all. Had he not feared that the shock waves of battle would destroy the Nine Heavens outright,
why would he have blocked the enemies here at the embankment? As for those who had slipped inside while he fought, he could only leave them to Su Wen and the others.
"Anyone who wants to die, come!"
"Those who set foot upon the embankment, speak my name on the Path of Reincarnation, and you shall be absolved of your sins!"
Shi Qingyun tapped the void with a fingertip. The Sinful Slaughter Spear slowly rose and settled behind him. With a shudder of its shaft, it split into countless copies of Sinful Slaughter.
Their icy spearheads pointed straight at the dense, dark mass. The overbearing aura pouring from him sent the waters of the Boundary Sea crashing toward the shore rolling backward.
As his words fell, the Peak Immortal Kings facing Shi Qingyun immediately felt a profound chill rise from the depths of their hearts.
Their feet involuntarily retreated. With his Unparalleled cultivation, crushing them to death would be all too easy.
But the Immortal Kings who had spent years in the latter half of the Boundary Sea were all Giants at the very least. Shi