In Yulan City, three low-level Primordial Life armies were already in despair under the formation's cover. They were dying in batches under the invisible Curse Killing. After their protective layers were penetrated by the Chaos Fog, the casualties became even more severe.
"No—"
"Luo Feng Divine Emperor, spare us!"
"We are just trying to survive!"
"Spare us!"
These low-level Primordial Lives, no longer able to threaten, one by one begged for mercy. However, watching this scene, Luo Feng did not show the slightest mercy.
Since the era of the Primordial Cosmos, Luo Feng had experienced numerous wars between races! The enemy's pleas for mercy could not shake him in the slightest.
"You want me to spare you, but who spared the 16 million cultivators who died?"
Luo Feng thought to himself.
Those over 16 million cultivators were slaughtered with no power to resist.
