After another twenty-odd minutes, Chu Xisheng severed Mo Keli's head.
The Golden-Crowned Thousand-Household Commander had resisted hysterically, recklessly burning his life and blood essence in the final stages. The other Giant Spirits had let him draw from them as well.
They knew Mo Keli was their only chance of survival. Though they knew their vitality was drying up and the power in their bloodlines was withering, none held anything back.
Yet, to the Mara Giant Spirits' disappointment, Chu Xisheng still cut off their Thousand-Household Commander's head.
Just as Mo Keli's strength and blood energy erupted to their utmost limits, Chu Xisheng severed his neck with a single stroke of his left-hand saber.
By then, Ye Zhiqiu had long since finished her battle. She had said she would defeat her opponent within fifteen minutes, and she had not taken even a breath longer, having cut off the silver-crowned Hundred-Household Commander Mo Wenbin's head early on.
Then, as Chu Xisheng sheathed his saber, he burst the heads and shattered the divine souls of ninety percent of the five hundred Winged People and five hundred tengu, group by group.
Killing over nine hundred Winged People and tengu whose cultivation reached Upper Seventh-Rank or even Sixth Grade all at once was still somewhat difficult for him.
So Chu Xisheng divided them into several groups and dealt with them one group at a time.
The two then joined forces to slaughter all the several hundred Giant Spirits present, along with the remaining Winged People and tengu.
Chu Xisheng was ruthless, while Ye Zhiqiu was even more seasoned on the battlefield and had witnessed countless darker, bloodier scenes. Neither hesitated in their killing.
However, Chu Xisheng let the thousand human slave soldiers go.
Ye Zhiqiu knew this was not because he pitied them, but because he