I saw a tall and slender figure appearing directly in front of this group of people.

With their hands behind their backs, they seemed to be blocking their way.

This figure is naturally Ye Wuque.

However, before Ye Wuque could speak, the middle-aged man holding the sword in his hand raised the sword, with crazy determination gushing out from his body, and roared at Ye Wuque!

“Why can’t we give them a way out??”

"Do we really want to kill them all?"

"To you, they are just a group of ants! They are just mortals! They have no cultivation at all!"

“Why don’t you even want to let mortals go??”

"Just to serve as a substitute for those 'practiceless people'? To receive rewards and meritorious deeds??"

"They are just the descendants of mortals who hid underground during the terrible catastrophe in the past! Of course they can only be the homeless!"
Chapter completed!