Mo Ye spoke, a trace of pain flickering in his eyes.
Among the many Black-eyed Demons present, apart from him, not a single other person survived!
Did they die from the wrath of the Holy Fire?
Is that really the case?
"It was the Golden-eyed Demons who killed them." Even the naive Hu Jiuling realized it immediately.
A trace of grief and indignation crossed Mo Ye's eyes: "Besides them, who else could it be? The Holy Fire cannot choose the humble Black-eyed Demons, so all Black-eyed Demons must die!"
Among those dead Black-eyed Demons were his friends, his elders, young children.
Now.
All these Black-eyed Demons died quietly because of him!
Even in death, they had to bear the sin of provoking the Holy Fire.
Everyone fell silent.
Ye Wu also understood why Mo Ye chose to leave immediately.
He was just afraid... that the massacre of the Black-eyed Demons from years ago would happen again.
Jin Hao could kill so many Black-eyed Demons like crushing ants.
