"The remnants of the Wang Family, it is precisely because of your actions that our Great Yu is in constant turmoil, causing countless people to be displaced and suffer heavy casualties. Don't you feel ashamed?"
Xu Mujun held his knife in one hand and slowly approached Wang Feiyu.
"Ashamed?"
Wang Feiyu laughed loudly and said, "Just some mere mortals. What does it matter how many die?"
"To us, mortals are nothing but nourishment."
"When one batch dies, there will be new mortals to replace them..."
"Hiss...!"
He formed a hand seal with both hands, and suddenly a mass of pitch-black flames appeared in front of him, transforming into a Fire Snake, which followed closely behind the five Ghost Generals, charging at Xu Mujun.
"You... deserve to die!"
With one step forward, the group of Evil Ghosts that rushed out of Wang Feiyu's Hundred Ghosts Banner pounced on him at that moment.
"Ah...!"
"Ah ah ah...!"
"Hiss...!"
Suddenly, piercing screams rang out.
