God of Slaughter

Only four warriors...

Fu Wei was baffled. She pondered for a while and then ordered. ”Weʼll wait fifteen minutes for them. When the timeʼs up and they havenʼt returned, we will leave.”

An Yun was surprised. She nodded, ”Their fighting competencies are so frightening. They... They are powerful individuals, indeed. Itʼs a waste to leave them.”

She was surprised a lot seeing the performance of Shi Yanʼs team. She immediately wanted to change her plan.

From the bright mirror, Fu Wei and An Yun could see the Ghost Mark warriors get killed one after another. Their God Bodies exploded in the blood sea. They were screaming and roaring. Gradually, they forgot who they were. Their vitality was taken away and their bodies dried up in the end.

Inside the darkness, Leona was invisible. The First Sky of Ethereal God Realm expert, her opponent, was perplexed. His eyes turned pitch black as if darkness had covered his brain. He appeared so painful and pathetic.

The Second Sky of Ethereal God Realm expert didnʼt know why his energy was decreased unceasingly. The corrosive energy had seeped into his body. He was soon killed.

Fu Wei and An Yun watched everything in silence. They became aghast. Sometimes they stooped and cried in fear.

”Who... Who are they?” After a while, An Yun whispered as if she was sleep talking. ”The four of them all have the capacity to challenge warriors whose realms are higher than theirs. Their individual powers Upanishads are so special. They arenʼt popular, indeed. Their fighting competencies are enough to kill warriors at higher realms! Oh my God, who are they? Aliens?”

Fu Wei was also bewildered. ”Their powers Upanishads are evil and rare. Their energy is abundant and much more than people at the same realm. They can resist higher-realm warriors, indeed!”

The powers Shi Yan, Fei Lan, Leona, and Ka Tuo were cultivating were extremely rare. They were the inheritances of the Bloodthirstyʼs Cortege of Eight. The cultivating path they followed was an extreme, cruel one. People would never tolerate their powers. Once they used their powers, if their opponents didnʼt know about those special powers Upanishad, they would be killed shortly.

In just a blink, the last scream arose on that battle site, putting an end on this combat.

More than twenty Ghost Mark warriors were killed. No one escaped. Their God Bodies and Soul Altars were annihilated, leaving nothing behind.

Shi Yanʼs eyes were garnet. At this moment, he emerged from the blood sea. Glancing at the big battleship behind, he adjusted his condition.

Shortly after, his eyes resumed their normal colors. The brutal, evil aura was still being diffused from his body. After circulating his energy for several rounds, he flew towards the battleship.

Fei Lan, Leona, and Ka Tuo were covered in blood. They looked like three savage beasts, closely following behind Shi Yan.

The light curtain of the battleship slightly shrank. Warriors of Potion and Tool Pavilion stood on the deck, looking at the four of them with complicated countenances.

The warriors of Potion and Tool Pavilion all felt a vague fear looking at them. They were shocked, watching their performance. When the four of them landed on the deck, Potion and Tool Pavilionʼs warriors couldnʼt help but step back and maintain a distance from them.

Fu Wei walked to them from the control center. Her blue eyes had rippling light as she studied the four of them. ”Thank you for your labor.”

An Yun stood by her, discreetly gathering her energy. She was cautious as she was afraid that the other four who had been excitedly killing the enemies, would have some wild commotion.

”You donʼt look good,” Shi Yan glanced at her, frowning. ”You must be drained controlling this big battleship. But itʼs okay. Later on, Iʼll help you.”

Fu Wei and An Yun were bewildered.

Shi Yan walked towards his cultivating room inside the battleship and didnʼt bother to explain more. Fei Lan, Leona, and Ka Tuo followed him silently. Potion and Tool Pavilionʼs warriors along the way would instinctively step aside to make their way.

Shortly after, Shi Yanʼs team had disappeared into the battleship and from Fu Wei and An Yunʼs sight.

Feng An emerged from nowhere. He lowered his voice, talking with a complicated visage. ”This man is absolutely not a fish in the stagnant pond.”

Fu Wei and An Yun nodded, totally agreeing with him.

”Young Elder, he said he would help you. What does he mean?” An Yun was still baffled, asking.