"Boom——"
Ying Yue squeezed forcefully, crushing the eight Cardinals into a mist of blood, which splattered in the air, staining Mount Everest red.
"This..."
Seeing this scene, Glaive, Lin Zhentian, and the others were beyond shocked, their faces filled with horror and astonishment.
The eight Cardinals of the Holy Court.
Eight mighty True Gods, just died like that?
"Didn't you hear me telling you to stop just now?"
Amidst everyone's shock, an enraged voice rang out. They turned their heads to see a thin old man suddenly appear, glaring furiously at Ying Yue with his clouded eyes.
He was short, skin-and-bones thin, and stood trembling in the void, seemingly ready to be blown down by a gust of wind.
Yet at this moment, this old man was angrily glaring at Ying Yue, his eyes full of fire.
"Who is he?"
"Ruoye!"
