Kill! Kill! Kill!
Endless timelines, endless destruction.
"Hahaha, it's madness, the whole era is crazy! Painter! You're deceiving those parallel worlds, you're a complete tyrant, you run amok unchecked, a despot. You've created endless pain and suffering just to watch a firework."
"On the Celestial Venerate's killing list, your current kill rate per second has monopolized the top!"
Holy Spirit Immortal Venerate, this old man, still has some conscience, his hands have gone numb from killing.
Seeing those old, weak, women, and children, those Powerhouses charging fearlessly to protect their families, he felt as if he had transformed into a complete butcher.
He, Holy Spirit, can justify killing Powerhouses, justify killing the weak.
But doesn't want to massacre a bunch of pitiful creatures without any reason.
