The most terrifying thing was that those with powerful bloodlines had already been wiped out one by one.
Most people left behind were ordinary people with low cultivation and talent.
Once all the powerful people here were eliminated, the remaining people would undoubtedly be like pigs and dogs, completely becoming the slaughtering targets of the monster race.
"We don't expect anything else now. We hope the human race won't suffer so much pain on this isolated continent."
The middle-aged man in front of them slowly knelt.
Then, many more people came up and knelt to Jiang Shengling.
These people were almost all cultivators above the Dao Consciousness Realm. They were also the ones who were willing to die this time.
Qin Yu felt a little suffocated. What kind of despair would make these people make such a choice?
Could even these people not do it?
