It was unleashed!
Han Yuhei's eyes, spiritual sense, and thoughts were all glued to the trapped Wu Yu. The image of Wu Yu's dying in the violent, concentrated beam of power, ripped to shreds, and what was remaining eradicated by pure, concentrated power, manifested within his Sea of Consciousness. A subconscious smile of satisfaction, desire, and relief formed. A complex set of emotions, yet they were bombing him all at once.
However, in the depths of his heart, anxiety festered. All had gone perfectly to plan, with minor hiccups towards the Earthly Saints suffering varying injuries, and this was enough to kill any hostile Earthly Saint.
'Just die.'
