With a thought, the golden light surged and illuminated the place as bright as daylight.
Under the shine of the golden light, that layer of black curtain slowly disappeared like melting snow.
Without the protection of the dark canopy, aside from Earl Mos, those Blood Clan members with low cultivation appeared to be suffering from a burning torture.
A large amount of green smoke emerged from them, and those barons with inadequate cultivation could not maintain their human forms with magic power.
They reverted to their original forms, turning into bats the size of mill wheels.
Seeing this, Mos quickly shouted, "Stop! Stop!"
"Humph. This time, let it be a lesson for you."
Ning Fan withdrew his divine power and returned to the ground.
Although killing can be satisfying, it cannot solve the problem.
With Ning Fan's retreat, the Blood Clan finally ended their fiery ordeal.
Looking at his exhausted kin, Mos's eyes became complex.
