The Evil Emperor sneered and said, "Really? Benedict wants to see how many people you can kill?"
When the Evil Emperor made his selection, the Cultivators around the early Martial Emperor were drenched in sweat and displayed fear. Being chosen by the Evil Emperor was a dead-end along with the method of Forest Dust.
Some Emperors flew into the sky or tore through space, preparing to escape from here.
The Evil Emperor snorted coldly, flicked his sleeve, and swept away a powerful force, destroying the escaping Monks and turned them into a mist of blood and smoke.
The Evil Emperor coldly said, "Anyone who dares to flee will end up just like them, in a state of soul and soul."
The tone of the Evil Emperor was merciless, containing an undeniable momentum, as if God was above the nine heavens.
People's hearts were cold and motionless, like ice sculptures.
