Jiang Li could not possibly protect his own people and dispel the plague qi with his Ochre Whip while fighting the enemy like playing a game of eagle catching chicks.
"If need be, kill all million soldiers."
Jiang Li's expression remained indifferent, showing no signs of wavering, "A fourth-rank may be killed, a million soldiers may also be killed, just kill anyone who blocks the way."
There was no trace of murderous intent in his calm voice, but as Jiang Li's words fell, a great wind suddenly arose, darkening the skies that had just started to clear.
It seemed that even the heavens and the earth changed because of his words.
'No, it is because of his determination that such a change has occurred.'
Ming Shaowei's fingers under his sleeves trembled slightly, feeling the heaviness of the world as an unprecedented murderous intent fell like a heavenly waterfall, with Jiang Li at the very end.
