The original city center of Qinghai City, the most prosperous area, has long been empty.

Within a kilometer, countless corpses lay on their backs.

Some of the corpses were fresh, some were half decomposed, and some had already turned into blackened white bones.

In the center of these corpses is a black column that is 50 meters high.

The column stood on an oval-shaped cyan boulder, carved with exotic characters, raised and emitting an illusory light.

At the top of the cylinder, there was a ball of light that emitted pale yellow light, and the ball of light showed a color like a dark cloud, and a terrible wail and scream came out of it, and it could be heard in almost any corner of Qinghai City.

Ten trucks with people clanging their engine doors and some worn windshield wipers were scraping the windshield, but they still couldn't clean the windows.

The truck was not very fast and very bumpy, because the wheels often had to crush the corpses on the ground in order to pass smoothly.

The truck stopped very close to the soul collection platform, and several great heavenly masters wearing raincoats surrounded them at this time.

The celestial master who was driving got out of the car, and then, when he opened the container behind the truck, he saw people who had lost their palms one by one, and began to walk down one after another.

In the process, every time someone left, the Great Celestial Masters would launch an attack and kill them.

Then he dragged the body and threw it on the bluestone platform.

Wizards of the Exotic Lands, although they are known for their ability to attack souls, does not mean that they are as weak as a chicken boy in themselves.

In terms of physical fitness, wizards are similar to spell owners, and they are not at all something that ordinary people can resist.

What's more, wizards will take the lead in soul attacks when subduing people.

People are powerless to resist, and even if they attack with weapons and other equipment, their souls will form a strong defense that is difficult to break.

These people are not all from Qinghai neighborhoods, but survivors from the neighborhood.

As for the local people, they have already been captured and killed.

To prevent trouble, these people had their hands cut off when they were caught.

One by one, as if they had been hypnotized, Muna got out of the car, and then Muna died.

No one resisted, no one struggled, as if they had been dead for a long time.

As the offerings increased, the pillar of light became more and more dazzling, like a brilliant firework, and the blooming light quickly dispersed in all directions.

Bundle those wandering ghosts together and contain them in the top ball of light.

Just when all the people in one car were killed, and then moved to the side, another car slowly approached.

In the rainstorm, the figure of a man, in the illusion created by the rain, walked faster and faster.

When the Great Wizards noticed it, everyone gathered and launched a soul attack on the comer.

However, the figure did not pause in the slightest, but raised its head, revealing a pair of scarlet eyes.

With just one glance at the great wizards, all of them were in different places, and the flesh and bones fell into the corpses below.

Seeing the great wizards being killed, the wizards scattered in terror, but soon, those who scattered and fled also turned into one of the corpses, and their blood was washed away by the rain.

All the truckloads of containers were opened, and people were still coming down from them, one by one, numbly.

Xia Qi saw their hands, saw the injuries on their bodies, and saw the despair in their eyes.

As you can imagine, they don't want to live anymore, they want to die.

Because everyone remembers that when they were caught, their families, children, and lovers were played and killed by foreign beasts.

Xia Qi looked at them, but he couldn't see them clearly, but the survivors, after finding the broken corpses of the wizards in wizard suits, turned over their flesh and blood in the corpses like hungry wolves, and then stuffed them into their mouths and chewed like crazy.

People have changed, in the midst of cruel persecution, into a pack of wild animals.

To live becomes a kind of cruelty.

Because this is no longer a human world, but a purgatory in the truest sense of the word.

The survivors had no hands, so they had to rely on the shortcomings that were still dripping blood to play with the corpses with germs.

They were biting at the flesh of those exotic wizards, their mouths were full of blood, and instead of laughing at this revenge, they were crying, crying heartbreakingly, and the crying Xia Qi couldn't even hear the roaring thunder.

Xia Qi looked at these people, and told himself more firmly in his heart how important strength is to this world.

All the survivors' eyes suddenly widened in pain at this point, but soon their faces showed a look of relief.

Then, one by one, they fell to the ground with tears in their eyes.

Die one by one.

It was Xia Qi who killed them.

Or rather, it was Xia Qi who gave them relief.

But after they died, from their bodies, a mass of souls flew out, and all of them were sucked into the soul collection platform.

Xia Qi raised his head and looked at the soul collection platform with a hideous face:

"Don't you even spare your soul!"

The ghost wings stretched out from his shoulders, and Xia Qi jumped high, his arms suddenly became extremely thick, holding the column, and forcibly pulling it up from the bluestone platform.

Then, with a wave of his fist, he smashed the column into pieces.

The spirit balls of hundreds of thousands of unjust souls gathered above suddenly fell from above at this time, and then turned into countless souls, and they all rushed towards Xia Qi.

Xia Qi looked up at them, letting these souls burrow into his body and melt into his soul.

At the same time, a flood of memories poured out.

Some are simply sad and unhappy.

These souls have no ill will towards him, they are just telling him a desolation about the shattering of mountains and rivers and the destruction of the country and the family.

Xia Qi wiped the rain on his face, and then the ghost domain covered away again, his figure was a little rickety, as if he was carrying a heavy load, clenching his fists, walking, and disappeared in the heavy rain.

The Outlands had been cleaned up, but it was far from over in his heart.

Because there is also the middle domain, and there is also the inner domain.

Wizards of the Outer Lands, he will never let go of one.

He didn't know if the witch god would find him, but he didn't have the heart to worry about it that much.

Now he just wants to kill, wants to kill, that's all.

And at the same time as Xia Qi started his killing spree, in the foreign land, there was a person doing something similar to him.

The people of the town were bombarded by a wide range of ghost arts, and turned into corpses.

The masked man looked indifferently, admiring the ants who had no power to resist in the face of the sudden disaster.

Watch them struggle, watch them fall in disbelief.

Mo Shuhui followed him and witnessed the mask passing through a town, and slaughtered the bloodshed of a town.

Even like her, she felt extremely uncomfortable in her heart.

"The witch god should be coming soon, right?"

The masked man looked to the side with a feeling, and his eyes seemed to flash with excitement at this moment.

Because he knows very well how important people from foreign lands are to the witch god.

The souls of these people have long been hollowed out by the witch god.