As he spoke, Da Yu's eyes welled with a viscous blackness, his expression both compassionate and pained: "You beasts, you have made the people of Huaxia suffer for tens of thousands of years, so many children died in battle, meeting a fate where even their bodies were not left intact!"
"And now, you can't even endure a little bit of pain?"
As his words ended, the scene of Huaxia's people perishing in the overwhelming flood of demonic energy from tens of thousands of years ago... resurfaced in his mind.
His eyes were filled with coldness.
Immediately.
He formed another hand seal, the rain of the soul became even more intense, falling at an even faster pace.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
Each droplet of rain, like meteors descending, like a sudden rain knocking on the window, hammered down fiercely on every member of the Exotic Star army.
Now, the Exotic Star army not only had to endure soul torment, but their bodies were also ravaged.
