Under the absolute power, the lives of the mortals were like ants and did not have any counter-attacking power. They fell onto the ground, instantly becoming nonexistent. A heat wave surged and several gold blood pearls did not dissipate with the corpses. They floated over and were swallowed.
Liusan and the others had their hair burnt by the heat wave. Turtle shells appeared on their skins, but they did not move in the slightest.
Seeing that Zhang Hu took 3 more fireballs, Wang Lin said in a heavy voice, “Zhang Hu, don’t kill anymore!”
Zhang Hu turned around and looked at Wang Lin then said, “If we don’t kill these people, then they would return and talk. The person you just killed was my teacher, and he was Jimo’s 6th disciple. If he started investigating this, then you and me would not escape death.”
The middle-aged scholar was still calm within the alive people. At that time, he bit his teeth and quickly said, “Saints, we swear that we will not speak. I…”
Before he even finished talking, Zhang Hu frowned and coldly smiled, “Will not speak? You have no say in this. Everything will be clear if I just take your soul and refine it.” Although he was speaking to the middle-aged scholar, his eyes were looking at Wang Lin.