Chen Fei furrowed his brows, realizing that he was a step too late. Not all rescues can arrive on time.
However, if it involved the Rule Integration Realm of Jiguang City, the residents within the mystical treasures could still be saved.
Thousands of miles away, Zakui released his right hand, gazing at the deformed skull he had crushed, a cold smile involuntarily spreading across his face.
A mere mid-stage Rule Integration Realm of the human race, and yet they dared to resist him? They truly knew not whether they lived or died.
Zakui's right hand moved, a sword-shaped mid-grade mystical treasure flew into his hand. He immediately extinguished the treasure's spirituality, then split a part of his mental defense to probe inside the treasure and saw about two hundred and fifty thousand of the human race.
