A rain of blood swirled down while severed limbs flew about in all directions, and shrill cries rose and fell as they resounded out.

The air above the gorge was like a horrifying pit of death, and a banquet of death was being held there.

On the other hand, Chen Xi seemed as if he held authority over life and death. He walked through the sky like a bolt of lightning as his clothes fluttered along with him, and a rain of blood erupted wherever he went. 

This was a slaughter with a wide gap in strength, and the Xeno-race experts were like worthless dirt that were being gathered.

Chen Xi didn’t show the slightest mercy because these Xeno-race experts had tortured and slaughtered over a million clansmen of the Ninth Hell tribe. What sort of a slaughter was that? Had they ever cared about the ignorant young children, weak old people, and kindhearted women within the tribe?

These Xeno-race experts deserved death!

So no matter how those Xeno-race experts howled and begged for mercy, Chen Xi’s expression didn’t change in the slightest from the beginning until the end, and it was icy cold, calm, indifferent, emotionless, and resolute to the limit.

Within the gorge, the expressions of Meng Wei, Mo Ya, and those youths calmed down before revealed a wisp of sorrow. It seemed as if they saw the horrifying scene of the...