Bai Ye looked back, the corpses were strewn and the blood was flowing like a river. In the midst of this catastrophe, the bodies of the heirs were scattered around the castle, revealing the desolation of death.

The blood stained the broken walls in specks like a solemn and cruel picture.

Then, with a solid step, he walked towards the glowing circular device in the distance. The device was the source of his radiation here, part of a plan he had already planned.

It was this little thing that helped him weaken the heirs.

He walked over to the device, his fingers tapping lightly.

With a "bang", the outer layer of the rock-covered device stopped working instantly, ending his wild dance. The faint light went out, and the surrounding bloody field fell silent.

The figure of the white night streaked a lightning trail across the ruins, flying straight towards the castle.

However, after a few seconds, his trajectory towards the castle suddenly changed, like a falcon suddenly turning to lock onto its target. Driven by telekinesis, he churned through the air and flew accurately towards the ruins of the cloning chamber.

The ruins are littered with broken walls and the corpses of the villain's legions scattered across the ground. White Night hovers in midair, its grim eyes piercing the ruins, scrutinizing every nook and cranny that might be hiding a cloning warehouse.

After the giant army is enormous, it is inevitable that some corners and corners will be missed, and it will be troublesome if one of the successors escapes the catastrophe.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, White Night's gaze locked on a broken but not yet completely collapsed corner. A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he sensed something.

There are still things that are alive, or things that have just come to life.

Mind condensed, and he flew towards the corner, his figure skimming over the ruins, bringing up an afterimage.

Bai Ye's eyes were deep and sharp, staring at the corner, his mind concentrated on the tips of his fingers, like a pair of invisible palms. A large stone slab began to rise slowly, and the rubble fell, raising a cloud of dust.

The boulder slowly lifts from the ground, revealing a deep, dark cavern. Bai Ye's telekinesis was easily controlled, and the stone slab was suspended in mid-air, like the power in his hands.

"It seems that some people are not dead, right?"

White Night landed lightly on the ground, his voice cold and mocking, his gaze paused beside the entrance of the cave, as if waiting for something.

And as far as his gaze could see, a clone of Jennix struggled out of the shattered cloning bin. The creature's body was covered in scars, and blood and dust mixed with his luxurious robes, making him look miserable.

It was clear that the resurrection from this shattered clone had drained all of his energy.

The expression on the clone's face was distorted, and the moment he saw the white night, his eyes were filled with fear and despair, as if he had seen the face of death.

He crawled with difficulty, trying to shake off the wreckage of the cloning bin, trying to get out of the White Night.

After realizing that it took more than ten seconds for him to climb more than ten meters, the clone struggled to stand up, his legs trembling and barely able to support him.

There was still some residual radiation around him, making his body look even weaker, and he was on the verge of collapse.

As the White Night Walk approached, Nianli continued to manipulate the stone slab to levitate in midair. He stood by the entrance to the cave, looking down at the heir who was still alive.

"It seems that your so-called eternal life is not satisfactory, and you should be more careful and precise in your use of the word 'eternal life.'"

The clone looked up, a hint of determination and anger in his gaze. He said in a trembling voice, "You think you can destroy us? Do you think that killing the patriarch will end our bloodline? You are so naïve! ”

"Sooner or later. Karn, he'll realize himself."

His voice grew lower, whether it was because he realized that his words had little credibility, or because his body was on the verge of collapse.

Bai Ye laughed, and laughter echoed in the ruins: "Your bloodline has long been cut off by me, just like I said before, the era of the inheritors is over, and you are destined to be reduced to the relics of the past. ”

"Let me tell you more, Karn is no longer the heir."

With that, with a flick of his finger, the stone slab he manipulated fell violently, burying the clone back under the rubble, splattering a splash of blood. The slab then returned to its original state, sealing the dark hole.

But that's not all.

Bai Ye took a deep breath, his chest rose and fell violently, and the green tendons on his forehead burst out like a snake about to move. He closed his eyes and gathered his breath, as if he had become a statue of silence, waiting to unleash a shocking power.

Suddenly, Bai Ye's palm pushed forward, and the telekinesis took on a terrifying shockwave. This wave of energy, like a giant palm of substance, slammed into the floor of the cloning room. There was a loud bang on the floor, and the whole space trembled.

The floor let out a loud roar under the impact of this powerful telekinesis.

At first, the floor was squeezed tremendously, then suddenly cracked and splinters were scattered. The entire floor was torn through the middle, as if it had been broken open by an invisible hand.

At the same time, those opaque clones were also destroyed by the power of the White Night. His telekinesis was like a gust of wind, piercing directly through the hard shell of the clone chamber, shattering the clones in it who did not know whether they were alive or dead. At the moment when the cloning bin shattered, a cloud of blood mist filled out, forming a terrifying scene.

Before long, the wreckage of each of the clone bins, which could still be roughly discerned, was scattering in all directions, blending with the debris on the floor.

The entire cloning chamber was shattered and destroyed by the destruction. Those clones that had survived in the cloning warehouse could not resist the relentless telekinesis of the white night, and were shattered into countless tiny pieces one by one.

Whew......"

After Bai Ye completed this series of earth-shattering acts, he took a deep breath and felt his heartbeat calm down. The exhaled breath was overwhelming, diffusing through the wreckage and shattered cloning chamber as he breathed.

His gaze was calm and deep, staring at the cloning chamber that had been razed to the ground by himself. In the traces of destruction, the cloning chamber is no longer intact as it once was, but a mess of ruins. Fragments, wreckage, and blood mist intertwine to form a desolate and terrifying picture.

White Night stood at the center of this destruction, his figure lonely and tall in the wreckage. In the silence around him, there was only the sound of his breathing and the faint sound of the wreckage.

It wasn't the sound of clones still standing up, but the movement of countless crumbling fragments and blood pooling and falling.

In this world, there will be no successors anymore.

(End of chapter)