The devil in the sky did not seem to be in a hurry to kill everyone. In his eyes, the struggles, cries, and roars were like the most beautiful music.
This was a massacre, and no one could avoid it. The burly men were struck by the black light one by one, and their bodies turned into dust, disappearing from the world.
Everyone died thoroughly, not leaving a trace of their blood.
Within the tribe, there were countless cries. Children were crying loudly. Those women could only hold their children in their hands, and their bodies were trembling.
There were also some old people. Their muddy eyes were filled with despair. These people had witnessed the rise and fall of the tribe for over 100 years, and they had very strong feelings for the tribe. Now, they had to witness the destruction of the tribe. This was a cruel thing for them.
"Devil..."
"Heavens, who can destroy this devil?"
