The massacre lasted three hours, enveloping the Divine Capital in bestial roars until the night fell. Tianming had no idea how many people he had killed. This time, the Decimo Dao Palace finally became ruthless. Under the leadership of Li Wudi and Tianming, they had completely obliterated the Nineshades Clan’s legacy.

The will could only be extinguished with the legacy obliterated. Even if Autarch Qian was the only one left, he had already lost his foundation. So even if he became a lunatic and slaughtered everyone in the Decimo Dao Palace, there would be no more Ancient Theocrats in the Theocracy of the Ancients.

Tianming flew in the sky and lowered his head to see the sea of blood under the rainstorm with corpses floating around. Bai Mo and Ye Yi were also looking at the city drenched in blood from a high pagoda.

They looked exhausted, covered in blood. Many people rejoiced after the war, but no one had it easy for this war would go down in history.

“Hall Master, Hall King.” Tianming came over.

“Tianming.” Ye Yi reached out...