On the ground.
Dust filled the sky, obscuring vision as violent energy raged within it.
Before long, the dust blanketing the earth began to disperse, revealing a massive crater spanning over ten thousand miles, at least three or four thousand meters below the horizon.
What was more, countless swaying figures stood within that enormous pit. Their bodies were covered in blood, their auras extremely weak, as if they could die at any moment.
"That scared the rabbit out of me!"
Little White rapidly gnawed on a carrot, feeling as though its tiny heart had nearly been frightened out of its chest.
Who could have imagined that a lower god king, when unleashed, could take on hundreds of thousands of God Emperors alone?
Although he had not wiped them all out, he had rendered them incapable of fighting. If no one had witnessed it personally, who would dare believe it!?
"Huff, huff..."
Wang Hao panted heavily as he slowly descended from the sky. That last sword strike had clearly drained him excessively.
Little White asked with concern, "Are you alright!?"
"I'm fine!"
Wang Hao shook his head, then put on the Level 7 Divine Artifact Qingqing had given him—the Star Ring.
In an instant, Divinity Power from heaven and earth surged into the Star Ring. Wang Hao then converted it into Source Power, gradually recovering what he had expended earlier.
Just then, the system's voice rang out. "Ding! Congratulations, host, for embarking on a killing spree and reaping countless lives. You have obtained 22 million God and Demon Points."
"Only 22 million!?"
Wang Hao frowned and began looking around.
He discovered that at least eighty percent of them were still alive. They were merely severely injured and weak in aura, half-dead people with one foot already through Ghost Gate.
"Roar..."
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