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"Yangxiang Race, Sixth Grade... On the Fifth Battlefield, massacred 198 Divine Land Martial Artists, brutal and violent, deserves a thousand deaths... Verdict: Kill without mercy!"
...
Mo Qizheng's voice resounded again.
"Spare me!
"I can help the Human Race, I can defect to the Human Race, I'll be your slave, spare me!"
This Yangxiang Race member remained silent all along, so his tongue was still intact.
In fact, this Yangxiang Race member was not afraid of death.
But at this moment, he truly feared this feeling of a fate worse than death.
Knowing he is dead, yet watching with wide eyes as his headless body still suffers in agony.
Who wouldn't be afraid?
Swoosh!
However, Xu Baiyan walked over calmly, raised his hand, and the blade fell.
At this moment, Xu Baiyan was the most ruthless executioner.
The same horrid scene played out again.
"Kill me, just kill me, kill me!
"I beg you, kill me!"
