Ou Yangming shook his head as he watched the Devil Dwellers pouncing on him one by one.
These people no longer had souls. Losing their souls was no different from death. There was no medicine to save them, and they would not be reincarnated.
Ou Yangming moved the spear in his hand, and a stream of destructive air spread out from his side. A powerful light wave flashed and disappeared. Everything within 10 kilometers was destroyed.
It was clean, and there was not even a trace of blood left. Death was the best destination for those people.
Ruler Ying looked at Ou Yangming quietly in the air.
He said in a deep voice, "Let's begin."
"Okay." Ou Yangming raised his head.
It was time to end the grudge between them.
"Whoosh..." A dark brown light flew over.
Ou Yangming was a little surprised and reached out to catch it. "What do you mean by this?"
