Lin Fan ignored Qin Yang.
He continued to slaughter the members of the Sky Demon Sect, hoping that something he wanted would drop. If that happened, this whole ordeal would definitely be worth it.
"Don't kill us."
"You devil."
"I don't want to die yet."
The people of the Sky Demon Sect wailed miserably. They desperately wanted to resist, but their struggles were futile, completely useless.
Lin Fan paid them no heed.
He found them quite amusing.
They actually called him a devil. The divine skill that the Immortal Monarch Elder had just displayed was outrageously tyrannical, likely refining countless vengeful souls. Lin Fan prided himself on upholding justice, standing firm against wrongdoing wherever he found it. How could he let mere words throw him off balance?
No need for words.
Just fight.
[Mana gained: Six hundred thousand years.]
Hmm!
It seems ordinary disciples are actually quite useful.
An item actually dropped, which is indeed pretty good.
