Beiting Huang gazed deeply at the elderly man, then swept his eyes over the faces of the villagers. At this time, he saw that all of them were afraid, but not a single one bore him any resentment. Clearly, they did not believe that he had brought calamity upon them.
Long Tian raised his hand and patted Beiting Huang on the shoulder. "Young brother, you don't need to feel guilty. The Spirit Realm is such a place, where isn't there a village slaughtered every other day? Today, we can still come back alive to see our loved ones for the last time. We should be thanking you!"
"Yes! Who made us not live in the Dark Demon Domain?" An old woman clutched the hem of her garment, wiping away tears.
"I heard that the people in the Dark Demon Domain can eat black bread every day!" Chen Hui still held the Demonic Source Stone, speaking thoughtlessly.
