As the people on the ground were shocked by the corpse falling from the sky, four figures rapidly descended, unleashing powerful attacks. Explosions erupted continuously over the ruins of Myart City, with no warning and no time for defense. The mercenaries on the ground perished en masse.
Faced with the indiscriminate, ruthless assaults of the three Saint-stage warriors and the transformed Ming, the already scattered mercenaries suffered heavily.
After five months of cleansing, the rich scent of blood in the air had almost dissipated. But with Ye Han's orders, the smell of blood gradually began to waft again. Death, resentment, and strong negative spiritual energy waves spread in the air.
To meet Ye Han's orders, after a massacre over the ruins, the four spread out, each in a different direction. Their Saint-stage spirits swept across dozens of miles. Wherever they went, no one survived. Ming, however, struggled a bit.
Without the strong spiritual power of a Saint-stage powerhouse, Ming's killing was much slower than the others. Ye Han sent the zombie beast Beis to support Ming. With Beis's help, Ming's progress significantly increased.
"Why are you killing us?" Some ninth-grade mercenaries screamed in desperation and resistance, but they were facing Saint-stage powerhouses.
"Because I like it," Ye Han said indifferently from the air, his voice spreading throughout the entire space, audible to everyone.
Just because Ye Han liked it, he destroyed the cities of Kelth and Myart. Just because Ye Han liked it, he slaughtered hundreds of thousands of people from the two cities. Just because Ye Han liked it, nearly a hundred thousand magical beasts perished at his hands. Everything was because of Ye Han's whims, and the zombies' love for blood.
A simple sentence determined the lives of tens of thousands.
The massacre continued, and no one could escape the eyes of the four Saint-stage beings. Was it the mercenaries' greed or Ye Han's bloodlust that caused their deaths?
In less than three hours, under the siege of the four people and one beast, the treasure-hunting mercenaries were almost wiped out. The target then shifted to the hundred thousand troops of the Frostwind Empire stationed in the west.
"Boom, boom, boom," without warning, several powerful attacks bombarded the center of the hundred thousand troops. The army was immediately thrown into chaos.
"How dare you attack my empire's hundred thousand troops?" Ten figures rose from the ground, confronting Evelyn's group of four and one beast from afar. Ten Saint-stage powerhouses.
"Master said to leave them," Evelyn stated indifferently, facing the ten Saint-stage powerhouses without a trace of fear.
"Indeed, the Frostwind Empire has really invested a lot," Ye Han observed the ten Saint-stage opponents: seven mid-stage and three late-stage.
"You handle the ones below; I'll deal with these," Ye Han commanded from atop Bairis, shrouded in his black robe.
No one dared to oppose Ye Han's words. After he spoke, they immediately began slaughtering the hundred thousand troops below.
"Who are you to dare attack the empire's army?" an older middle-stage Saint-level warrior asked angrily.
"Am I not your target?" Ye Han replied nonchalantly.
"So it's you," the warrior realized.
"Of course, it's me," Ye Han said, removing his black hat, his eyes fixated on the ten Saint-level warriors from the Frostwind Empire.
"The continent rumors that you possess a Saint-level dragon as a mount, it seems to be true."
"News travels fast," Ye Han commented, brushing his white hair aside.
"But do you think just you and that Saint-level dragon can stop us? Although the continent rumors that you, with your ninth-grade cultivation and powerful swordsmanship, plus some tricky escape methods, have survived encounters with Saint-level warriors and even defeated a middle-stage Saint-level warrior who didn't use his domain a few months ago. But do you think I will give you the time to unleash your power?" The warrior said, not waiting for Ye Han's reaction, and charged at him with full momentum, giving Ye Han no time to react.
"Heh, it seems you have investigated me thoroughly to kill me," Ye Han said with a cold laugh, not at all concerned about the late-stage Saint-level warrior's charge.
The speed of a late-stage Saint-level warrior was incredibly fast. A distance of a hundred yards could be covered in the blink of an eye, but what awaited him was a dozen zombie beasts.
A dozen zombie beasts together released a foul stench. The late-stage Saint-level warrior was less than thirty feet from Ye Han when...
"Boom!"
"Thud!" A figure slammed into the ground, creating a three-yard-wide crater. The late-stage Saint-level warrior was defeated by the suddenly appearing dozen zombie beasts, his life or death uncertain.
Ye Han directly controlled one of the zombie beasts to grab the half-dead late-stage Saint-level warrior. His bones were broken, and his body was battered by the powerful impact.
"Tsk tsk, a Saint-level warrior, haha," Ye Han laughed loudly, looking at the severely injured man. The other zombie beasts surrounded the remaining nine Saint-level warriors.
"You either submit to me, or end up like him, half-dead, then submit," Ye Han told the nine pale-faced Saint-level warriors from the Frostwind Empire, waiting for their decision.
The four's powerful assault made the hundred thousand troops defenseless. They killed their way through like wrapping dumplings, creating a bloody path of corpses behind them.
The five thousand imperial guards, under Beis's formidable presence, couldn't move an inch, watching helplessly as their empire's army was slaughtered mercilessly.
"The empire won't let you go. You will be hunted down by the entire continent," the Saint-level warrior held by the zombie beast roared, infuriated by the ruthless slaughter of his people, powerless to stop it.
"You were just praising your knowledge about me, and now you're acting so foolishly. Do you really think if I don't kill you, I won't face the continent's wrath? Everything you're facing now is a gift from you to me," Ye Han's eyes revealed a murderous intent, his tone chilling.
"And you?" Ye Han turned to the nine Saint-level warriors.
"Attack," seeing the warriors silent, Ye Han, losing patience, ordered the surrounding zombie beasts to attack. The two late-stage and seven mid-stage Saint-level warriors, despite their desperate resistance, were overwhelmed by the relentless zombie beasts, unafraid of death and mindless in their assault.
Soon, all nine were beaten half to death and brought before Ye Han. Seeing the continent's envied Saint-level warriors so bedraggled in the hands of his zombie beasts greatly satisfied and elated Ye Han.
The battle below concluded with the four's frenzied killing. The Frostwind Empire's hundred thousand troops were buried in the ruins of Myart City.
Ye Han, with his ten captives and a dozen zombie beasts, approached the five thousand imperial guards. "You only have one choice," he stated indifferently, as the toxic saliva of the surrounding zombie beasts slowly dripped.
The five thousand imperial guards, well aware of their situation, understood they stood no chance against Saint-level warriors, especially when the opponent had nearly twenty. They chose to submit.
In less than a day since Ye Han's emergence, the tranquil Qingming Continent once again suffered immeasurable losses. Tens of thousands of mercenaries, the Frostwind Empire's tens of thousands of troops, and ten Saint-level warriors died, as Ye Han once again showcased his vengeance to the continent.