Hot-blooded Old Man

The person who spoke was none other than Qi Wuhui.

The experts of the older generation felt incomparably sad as they looked at the corpses on the ground and the geniuses of the various Holy Lands dying.

Everyone was incomparably furious.

These dead geniuses were either the descendants of a large clan or the geniuses and Saints of a Holy Land. They illuminated this era, and this era was also dazzling because of their existence.

There might be losses on the path to immortality, but they were all killed with their talent and tenacious fighting spirit. If it was only the casualties caused by their battle, they could only blame themselves for not being skilled.

However, this situation was no longer a competition on the path to immortality. It was a one-sided massacre.

This mysterious Lord of the Nether Clan wanted to use the blood of these children to exchange for his Nether Clan army.