He Qing's words were filled with immense grief and gravity.
Even without personally being at the scene, she knew what kind of hellish tableau it must have been. After so many years of war, innumerable heroes lay dead without a trace. How many people had died unjustly at the hands of this deranged demon?!
Lin Zai Fang chuckled coldly, his expression sinister, "At such a critical moment of life and death, you still have the inclination to stand up for them. They're nothing but ants, little girl. It seems your master didn't teach you that those of us from the Mystical Sect are naturally a cut above the rest! If we were to turn back the clock two hundred years, these ant-like humans would be like slaves, and you could kill as many as you desired without anyone daring to utter a word of protest."
