Soon, a big city turned into ruins. Over half a million people lost their lives. Some found places to hide and others spread out and escaped. Yan Zhen didn't go after them one by one. He flew to the distance and was in no mood to talk to Lu Li.
The Great Land was heavily populated. Conservatively speaking, there should be thousands of billions of people living at the Great Land. Yan Zhen planned to kill hundreds of millions first to vent his anger and then talk to Lu Li. If Lu Li was unwilling to negotiate, Yan Zhen was fine with extinguishing the human race at the Great Land.
"Whoosh!"
The immortal's body dashed after Yan Zhen, and Lu Li went after them in the Wicked Bead. He was at a loss. He was still on his knees. His hair was disheveled, and his eyes red. His face was covered with a sense of impotency and grievance.
He was on the verge of losing his mind. He didn't even have the courage to use psychic power to check anymore.
