The Asura primogenitor squinted his turbid eyes and looked at Meng Qi:
“The feeling of the netherworld...”
Before he could finish his words, he raised his right hand and pulled out a dark red blade light that was almost black. The entire temple hall immediately rang with miserable howls that messed up people’s minds and destroyed people’s Malevolence. As the void floated, countless broken bodies were faintly discernible, as the blade light surged.
In a single slash, the creatures that the asura primogenitor had killed seemed to reappear one by one!
The creation of Heaven and earth, the birth of the netherworld, and hence the asura primogenitor. From then on, he had been constantly fighting and slaughtering. Up until now, the number of dead souls under his control could be imagined, the terrifying killing intent and cruelty that was condensed could make even immortals lose their fighting spirit and allow him to slaughter them.
