The scene before him was truly astonishing.
Sinister Shrimp Demons with scaly armor, Fish Demons with vicious teeth, Water Ghosts dressed in tattered clothes... These terrifying evil spirits in the eyes of mortals were floating lifeless, blocking the entire river course.
Among them were also many Black Painting Boats, with Insect Women struggling to climb out only to die on the decks.
What's even more bizarre is that there wasn't a single wound on these evil spirits' bodies, their faces blank and expressionless, eyes clouded over with a milky white film, staring emptily ahead.
What happened?
Zhang Kui frowned, his expression serious.
He didn't pity these evil spirits, as Yuan Huang had said, in these chaotic times when the Heavenly Dao is in disorder and the Ten Thousand Races are vying for supremacy, talking about equality among all beings is a joke.
Mankind just wants to live quietly, which is quite difficult.
