Ji Yan's expression brightened with surprise. As a Saint, his vision could reach extremely far, and he clearly saw the distant scene, which was ablaze with a dazzling radiance.
…
Supreme Qingyuan slowly opened his eyes and swept his gaze around, taking in the chaotic sights and the corpses strewn across the ground.
Eventually, his gaze settled on Ye Huang and the others.
"Demon Race…" he murmured.
A terrifying killing intent instantly erupted in his once-dull eyes as he blurted out, "Kill!"
As his voice fell, the one hundred thousand Heroic Spirits trembled.
"KILL! KILL! KILL!"
The cries for slaughter instantly shook the heavens. Banners fluttered in the void, and a murderous aura surged forth. Like a tidal wave, the infinite Heroic Spirits submerged Ye Huang and the others.
The Heroic Spirits had no consciousness. They could only fight on instinct.
To slay demons and expel invaders! This was the instinct carved into the depths of their very spirits.
