Ji Ning didn't hesitate to slaughter these Immortals at all. He showed no mercy whatsoever, because showing mercy to his foes was the same as being cruel to those he needed to protect.
Bang! Bang!
The enormous, stormcloud-like palms continued to slam down towards the frantically scurrying Immortals, causing them utter terror and agony. Some of them even began to curse in rage, but they were nothing more than the lowest of ants that would take part in this storm. In truth, in the face of this storm, the Loose Immortals would have even more miserable outcomes than normal mortals would.
"Stop!"
"Halt!"
The two closest White-Faced Flood Dragons and the nine black aberrations came charging towards Ning.
Ning immediately recognized the black aberrations. "Empyrean God golems?"
