"Ah!"
"Ah!"
"Ah!"
...
Miserable screams sounded on the battlefield.
The 5,000 clansmen of the Panshi ancient race had become the leeks of the God of Calamity and the Mad Daoist. Their life essence was entirely absorbed by the two of them.
The God of Calamity was, after all, a powerful temple God and had the innate advantage of the Calamity Imprint.
Therefore, the speed of His absorption was far faster than that of the Mad Daoist.
After a long time, when the last member of the Panshi ancient race fell, the huge battlefield was littered with their corpses.
Seeing this scene, be it Yu Zhentian or Wu Huan, they were all shocked.
"The God of Calamity is too ruthless. To think the reason why He planted God's Imprint on the body of the Panshi ancient race is to absorb their life..." Wu Huan exclaimed.
