Zhou Shu's killing intent was unprecedented.
Perhaps Ji Lutian had a point. Since they came to ancient times, they had been depressed. Only by killing could they vent their emotions.
Zhou Shu might not have noticed it himself, but his killing intent was much greater than when he was in the future.
In the future, even if someone had designs on Xiaoyu'er, Zhou Shu might not destroy their entire race. At most, he would kill the culprit.
But now, he easily thought about destroying an entire race.
But it felt good.
Zhou Shu felt inexplicably refreshed as he watched the 3,000 warriors of the giant spirit race set off valiantly.
No wonder so many people were obsessed with power. This feeling of deciding the life and death of a race with a single word had indeed allowed Zhou Shu to vent his emotions.
