Chapter 34

In less than half a day, they were all slaughtered, not even one left behind.

This level of casualties had likely only occurred during the great war with the Wu tribe.

Lin Xia sensed them and cast his gaze toward that location.

The great demons trembled all over, and just as they were about to scatter and flee, streaks of World-Purifying Light struck through the void.

These great demons were wiped out on the spot, not even letting out a single scream.

Gui Yang had only one breath left.

Lin Xia put away the World-Purifying White Lotus; he did not kill him directly, but instead evolved a world in his palm, directly detaining him and bringing him back to the human tribe.

At this moment, the human tribe was a scene of desolation.

The heavens and earth had lost their color, and the universe was dim.

A cold wind swept in from the distant sky, emitting a mournful wailing sound.

It sounded like ghosts weeping.

"Holy Venerable!"

"Holy Venerable! We pay our respects to the Holy Venerable!"

"The Holy Venerable is here, we are saved!"

Led by an innate human, the many surviving humans knelt on the ground one after another.

Their faces were full of excitement, their faces covered in tears.

Looking at the surviving humans amidst the sea of corpses and blood, Lin Xia felt a pang of sorrow, his chest feeling as if it were blocked.

He circulated the Hongmeng Creation Scripture.

Vast creation immortal light and creation spiritual breath swept out from his body.

It fell like a rain of light.

The majestic life force merged into every inch of the earth.

It dissolved the destruction, the killing, and the bloodiness.

The humans kneeling on the ground saw their wounds heal one after another, recovering as before.

Waves of vast vitality surged through every part of their bodies.

Their bodies and minds erupted with infinite power.

As for the souls drifting in the void, as long as they had not completely dissipated and their physical bodies had some remnants,

after being nourished by the creation spiritual breath, their flesh and blood immediately regenerated, and their souls were repaired to completeness.

"Thank you, Holy Venerable, for your great kindness!"

"The Holy Venerable is merciful!"

Seeing their loved ones suddenly come back to life, some people wept with joy, hugging each other and crying, then kowtowing crazily toward the direction where Lin Xia was.

As for the majority whose souls had completely scattered, they could no longer be saved.

Thinking of their tragically deceased loved ones, many humans knelt on the ground, heads buried in their chests, their bodies shaking violently, their tattered clothes soaked, yet they made no sound.

There were also those who were sorrowful, wailing, or appearing frantic, all sorts of reactions.

Lin Xia waved his hand, and on the earth, graves rose up, with tombstones erected upon them.

At this moment, Gui Yang was on his last breath, wrapped in red blood.

Lin Xia directly stepped on him fiercely, forcing him to kneel before the tombstones.

Gui Yang was full of humiliation and unwillingness.

He was in such pain he wanted to die.

He could not understand even in death: this child was only a Taiyi Jin Xian, so why did he have such terrifying power?

He himself was a dignified Daluo Jin Xian, yet his physical body was like paper before him.

"You brat, how dare you!"

At this moment, above the heavens, a figure appeared; it was Gui Che, one of the ten Demon Saints.

The great demons slaughtered just now were mostly his subordinates; with so many demon generals killed, he clearly sensed it.

Looking at Gui Yang, whose body was broken and who was kneeling before the tombstones, Gui Che was instantly enraged.

Gui Yang was his most valued offspring, yet now he had been tortured into this state; even if his injuries were fully healed, he would likely suffer heavy damage to his origin.

In his fury, he extended a massive palm, suppressing it toward Lin Xia.

The terrifying Quasi-Saint might swept across the heavens and earth.

Lin Xia's heart skipped a beat, but he did not retreat; behind him were the millions of surviving humans.

Once he retreated, these humans would surely face certain death.

At this moment, in the Nüwa Palace, Nüwa was startled from her cultivation, her anger surging majestically, her phoenix eyes cold, flashing with endless killing intent.

"Damn it!"

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