Xi Huang didn't want to kill anymore.
However, that didn't mean these Void Race people didn't want to die.
Sometimes, living is not a blessing; death is redemption.
All their companions were dead; living was torment, and death was liberation.
Just then, something happened that made Xi Huang even angrier.
Only to see those remaining Void Race clansmen, supporting each other, stood up.
Most of them were badly wounded, walking very slowly, yet with utmost determination.
They took one step after another toward Wa Huang's Palace.
This enraged him!
Xi Huang was truly enraged.
Why did these damnable Void Race keep pushing him over and over again?
"Clang!"
A sword rang out, and Xi Huang swung his sword again.
With one swing, he paid no more heed to these Void Race and turned to prepare to return to Wa Huang's Palace.
Xi Huang was very confident that this one swing was enough to deal with those injured Void Race.
