A thunderbolt from a clear sky.
Who could have imagined that Wan Jinsheng, who usually seemed inscrutable and as though he had long since cast aside worldly affairs, would speak with such viciousness? He was more demonic than a demon.
"Either way, they'll die. Rather than become nourishment for those demons, they might as well make their remaining warmth count."
Wan Jinsheng's tone was calm, carrying a coldness that took it as a matter of course. "That way, you and I can live, and their sacrifices will not have been in vain."
Upon hearing this, the Jade Void Saint Son, who had still been struggling somewhat, instantly cast off every moral burden.
"Good! We'll follow Brother Wan's plan!"
A cold gleam flashed in his eyes as he slowly swept his gaze over the surrounding figures, as though appraising a flock of lambs waiting for slaughter. His icy presence was suffocating.
Seeing this, Wan Jinsheng nodded. Then he changed the subject, shifting his gaze toward a pile of rubble in the distance. "In addition, there are two rats hiding over there. Their concealment skills are decent, but unfortunately, they're tainted by too much wish power. They have nowhere to hide."
As the Artifact Spirit of the Heart Lamp, he was far too familiar with the Buddhist wish power.
When Shen Qiu had entered the Ten Thousand Buddha Grottoes earlier, he had practically wanted to scrape away three feet of the ground. Karma already coiled around him—how could he possibly escape Wan Jinsheng's discerning eyes?
"Oh?! There are actually people spying in the dark? They've got some nerve!"
The Jade Void Saint Son narrowed his eyes and followed Wan Jinsheng's gaze, a cruelly amused curve rising at the corner of his lips.
Across the entire Immortal Ancient Battlefield, aside from those two