Lei Tiangang suddenly laughed, his eyes full of desolation: "On the path of cultivation, who isn't a tool? Heaven and earth are a furnace, and creation is the craft."
"Do you think those righteous sects are clean? They just hide their butcher knives deeper."
Then he looked into the distance at Lei Wuji, who wore a look of enjoyment, the four-color restriction flowing above his head, and the approaching Sikong Yan, Cao Zhengyang, and the others.
His eyes revealed a trace of compassion and then slowly loosened his grip on Lei Lie's neck.
"This path is one made by stepping over corpses. The only difference is, some deceive themselves, while others... relish it."
Lei Lie collapsed to the ground, staring at him blankly, as if he had an epiphany.
At this moment, a chilling chewing sound emerged from not far away.
"Gulp..."
Lei Wuji's throat rolled as he swallowed Liu Xuanfeng's flesh and primordial spirit together.
