At the horizon, a wisp of dark clouds quietly dissipated, and the sunshine pierced through the clouds, yet it seed unable to dispel the heaviness and gloom over this land.
In the air, an indescribable breath descended from the sky.
Jile War God looked in horror towards the direction from which the breath was oppressing.
At this glance, his face was suddenly horrified.
This breath naturally ca from Lin Dong.
At this mont, he was seen flying from the horizon, wrapped in boundless rage.
Beside him, accompanied by the equally furious Hei Long War God.
In addition to them, next to Lin Dong stood a man with cat ears, his eyes filled with anger and sorrow, none other than Sister Ah-Sheng’s husband, a warrior from the tribe who lost his ho and beloved.
When their figures appeared in front of Jile War God, ti seed to freeze.
Jile War God, at this mont, had an expression of disbelief on his face.
He never expected that his past misdeeds would attract Lin Dong.
Especially seeing Sister Ah-Sheng’s husband, Jile War God showed a hint of panic in his eyes, a kind of fear after being exposed for his cris.
Sister Ah-Sheng’s husband, his body trembled with anger, his eyes filled with crimson light, burning with the flas of hatred.
He recognized this enemy who once brought him endless pain, the beast who personally destroyed his tribe and desecrated and murdered his wife before his eyes.
His heart was filled with the desire for revenge, every cell screaming to make this sinner suffer a thousand cuts.
Lin Dong did not act imdiately; his gaze, like a torch, pierced through Jile War God’s surface fear, staring right into his heart.
He turned to look at Sister Ah-Sheng’s husband, his voice deep and firm, "Is it him?"
The warrior nodded heavily, letting out a deep and sorrowful shout:
"It is him!"
Lin Dong’s eyes instantly turned cold, like perpetual cold ice, devoid of any temperature.
His gaze fixed on Jile War God, seemingly wanting to pierce through him.
"I truly regret not having killed you then," Lin Dong’s voice carried infinite rage and intense remorse, "You, the beast, had the chance to harm Ah-Sheng and their tribe."
At this point, Jile War God was terrified to the extre, his body trembling uncontrollably, even his voice quivering:
"Lin... Lin War God... spare , spare !"
He tried to plead for a miracle, but Lin Dong’s heart had long been consud by the flas of anger.
"Spare you?" Lin Dong sneered, his tone full of sarcasm.
"I had given you a chance before, but look at what you have done?"
His words were like sharp blades, cutting deeply into Jile War God’s heart with each sentence.
"Ah-Sheng’s tribe—they treated you kindly, yet you repaid them with betrayal, destroyed their tribe, and committed those heinous acts. You defiled and killed those innocent won one by one; did you ever consider their pain and despair?"
By the end, Lin Dong’s tone had turned icy and resolute: "Today, I will deliver justice for Ah-Sheng’s tribe."
"I will make you pay for your actions. I will make you suffer worse than death."
Upon hearing these words, Jile War God’s face changed dramatically.
"Thud～～" without hesitation, Jile War God kneeled before Lin Dong.
His face was as pale as paper, and his eyes were full of fear and despair.
He knew well that in front of Lin Dong, this powerful being, he had no power to resist.
Thus, he urgently pleaded: "Lin War God, spare , as long as you spare , all these things are yours. I don’t want them, don’t want them."
As he spoke, he pointed to the pile of treasures and rare herbs beside him, trying to use them to exchange for his life.
However, Lin Dong seed not to hear his pleas, just stepping forward step by step, determined.
Each step was as heavy as a mountain, each step imposed an unbearable pressure on Jile War God.
Lin Dong’s montum was like a violent storm, pressing down on him, making him unable to circulate his Inner Qi smoothly, only able to tremble helplessly.
Jile War God felt the determination and anger in Lin Dong’s eyes, he couldn’t help but speak again: "Lin War God, they are just a group of native tribes, they are not humans, let alone compare with us martial artists. Killing them is no different from humans killing chickens and ducks!"
"We and they are fundantally different species."
He tried to use such argunts to exonerate himself, but Lin Dong’s gaze beca colder, and the fire of anger in his heart even stronger.
Lin Dong looked at him coldly, his voice deep and powerful: "You are wrong. No matter their identity, race, they are all lives. You have no right to take their lives, and no right to insult their dignity."
"They treated you gently, yet you slaughtered them all..."
"Your actions have violated the laws of heaven and Earth, and also angered ."
Hearing this, Jile War God was even more terrified.
He continued to plead: "Lin War God, why must you kill , an Earth Realm martial artist, for a group of natives? I cultivated to this point, it’s not easy. I beg you, Lin War God, spare ."
"As long as you spare , I will not only dedicate everything to you, but I will also work for you as a servant, only begging that you spare my life..."
However, before he could finish his words, the terrifying montum of Lin Dong descended upon him like a flash flood.
Jile War God only felt an irresistible force tightly bind him, rendering him unable to move.
Followed by, he heard a ’crack’ sound from his body, the sound of bones breaking.
Lin Dong controlled the force, allowing the bones in Jile War God’s body to break inch by inch.
Such pain was akin to the sky pressing down and breaking his bones, making life worse than death.
"Ahhhh～～～"
Jile War God’s screams echoed one after another in the vast heavens and Earth.
Lin Dong’s voice sounded like a demon’s in Jile War God’s ear:
"You must not have tried the pain of having your bones shattered piece by piece, have you? I’ve never done this to anyone before."
"And you are the first I’m doing this to!"
His tone was full of anger and coldness, as if pouring all his hatred onto this sinner.
"Crack-crack～～～" the sound of bones shattering kept coming from Jile War God’s body, along with his shrill screams.
At that mont, he truly experienced what was worse than death.
He regretted, he despaired, he pleaded, but it was all to no avail.
Lin Dong’s rage, regardless of how much he pleaded, could not be cald.
He wanted to use this way to comfort the souls of the innocent dead.
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