The raindrops fell faster and faster, instantly becoming a torrential downpour.
All the remaining members of the Chili Tribe perished under Xu Zimei's blade, turning into dead souls.
"I only hope that in Hell, you can be good people," Xu Zimei said after killing the last tribesman, slowly making his way to the barrier.
The barrier, now drained of energy, no longer had any defensive power.
Xu Zimei tore through the barrier with a single stroke and walked into the jungle.
Whether human or monster, at this moment, the corpses piled up like mountains, leaving no survivors.
"I've avenged you, I really am a good person," Xu Zimei shook his head and sighed.
"Good people get good karma, your life force should help with my cultivation."
...
After having their limbs severed, people do not immediately die but slowly and agonizingly pass away from excessive blood loss and pain.
