At this point, Chu Zhiyuan's mood was heavy and angry.
Clearly, this elegant middle-aged man used a technique that, without the slightest effort, turned a village into silence.
A hundred lives in the village disappeared within moments.
The efficiency of this massacre far surpasses martial arts.
This was aimed at a village, but what if it targeted a small city, or a large one?
What would happen then?
"Brother Huang, let's check another village."
"Let's go."
The two vanished from the hall, appearing in the previous village in the next moment.
Then they walked about ten miles west, to another silent village.
Almost identical to the previous village.
The same small river flowed south of the two villages.
Chu Zhiyuan still stood at the peak of South Mountain, using Donghuan Saint Technique.
He saw the same elegant middle-aged man using the same miracle technique, wiping out this village's people.
"Still him." Chu Zhiyuan rubbed his temples.
