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In the distance, Ye Mingshang was currently running at full speed, swiftly weaving between the towering trees, occasionally lightly stepping over obstacles. To save time, he sometimes jumped forcefully over steep cliffs using his Flying ability.
However, despite this, the numerous obstacles meant that although the straight-line distance was only eighty kilometers, the actual distance he had to navigate exceeded one hundred.
Even though he tried his best to avoid detours, there were still limitations.
While desperately running and jumping over a boulder once again, Ye Mingshang felt anxious.
"If only I could Fly for a longer time."
Though helpless, he had no choice; time did not allow him to think too much.
Crash! Crash!
Accompanied by sounds reminiscent of shattering glass, cracks began to appear in the protective barrier.
This was not due to it being unable to hold up, but rather Joan's intention.
Beneath the barrier, he watched as familiar figures lunged at him with claws bared. A fire of rage burned within Joan, nearly consuming his sanity.
This was a flame of anger that seemed capable of incinerating the very heavens and earth.
Clenching his fists, the flames enveloping them changed; they burned even more fiercely, their color spreading towards yellow, resembling Golden Flame at first glance.
He allowed the cracks in the barrier to multiply without continuing to support it with his magic.
His expression was no longer twisted but almost calm, hiding beneath that calmness was an almost world-destroying fury.
At this moment, it was a manifestation of anger that had transcended itself; it appeared tranquil yet was filled with endless rage.
"You fellows not only kill but also toy with people's souls."
Joan whispered quietly, but the light barrier was already covered in cracks, unable to hold on any longer.
"You damned Fellows, you really deserve this."
Crash!~
With the sound of shattering glass, the light barrier could no longer withstand the pressure and collapsed. The Demon Slaves, which nearly obscured a small patch of sky, lunged forward with claws bared, having lost their own will, driven only by primal destruction.
The flames on his fists burned purer and fiercer, now resembling a golden hue.
"Let me send you all to hell!"
In Joan's eyes, flames seemed to flicker with intensity; his anger could no longer be contained.
Boom!
The flames spread as he swung his fist, unleashing a fiery shockwave with a diameter of about one meter.
Flames inherently counteract evil entities, especially effective against these chaotic beings.
These enraged Demon Slaves, upon contact with the Golden Flame, transformed into specks of light, dissipating into the world as Essence. Perhaps hundreds of years later, they might be reborn in the Underworld.
With a single punch, over a hundred Demon Slaves were annihilated, causing Joan's heart to ache.
Among those destroyed Demon Slaves, there was the beloved Uncle Li who had cared for him like a son.
Though his gaze remained resolute, tears flowed within his heart.
"Uncle Li, I'm sorry. Everyone, I'm sorry..."
"I didn't want it to be this way, but I had no choice."
Boom!
Another punch eliminated over a hundred Demon Slaves.
"I'm sorry."
Tears fell from Joan's eyes, dissipating in the wind.
Boom!
Looking at the figure releasing golden flames, resembling a war god, several people were utterly shocked. They knew he was strong, but they never expected him to be this powerful.
The Hundred Ghost Banner, though called the Hundred Ghost Banner, does not necessarily contain only a hundred ghosts, nor does it have to reach a hundred.
The so-called Hundred Ghost Banner represents all ghost banners below one thousand. They were all ordinary Younger Brothers, with only a few dozen ghost banners in their hands. Even so, combined, they numbered in the hundreds. Such a large number of Demon Slaves was terrifying to behold.
However, this incredibly terrifying number of Demon Slaves was effortlessly dealt with by this young man? What kind of flame is this?
The flames burned, turning the countless Demon Slaves into specks of Essence.
The sheer quantity of Essence was striking against the sky.
Being the purest substance, it was all transparent and beautiful.
Each glimmer resembled beautiful fireflies.
As he leaped and descended from the air, behind him were the burning Demon Slaves dissipating, with dense Essence appearing and vanishing.
His head hung low, his eye sockets darkened, indicating his current anger.
"You fellows, I have come to send you to hell."
Raising her head, Joan's eyes burned with flames, as if to ignite the very souls of those around her.
A few people were so astonished that they could not speak. Facing the young man with the golden flame fist, they felt utterly powerless.
In truth, they were quite weak; without the Hundred Ghost Banner, they were practically useless. Due to their lack of exercise, they couldn't even run fast.
Joan's speed was still far inferior to Ye Mingshang's, but it was not slow either. With light steps and a peculiar gait, she appeared beside them in just a few blinks.
Then, in their terrified gaze, she reduced them to ashes.
Ah!!
The flames ignited and did not dissipate; instead, they clung to the bodies of the few individuals, burning ever more fiercely.
It was as if their bodies were being used as fuel.
Pain pierced through their hearts, seeping into their bones.
They screamed in agony, rolling on the ground, clawing at themselves until their skin was torn apart.
Yet even so, it did nothing to alleviate their suffering.
The Golden Flame ignited not only their bodies but also their souls.
She wanted them to experience the taste of being killed by others, to torment their souls.
They died a miserable death, leaving no remnants behind, suffering immensely. However, despite this, no one would sympathize with them because they too had committed heinous acts.
With the Hundred Ghost Banner, each ghost counted as one; these few individuals accounted for hundreds. One could imagine how heavy their sins were.
It could be said that within the entire Black Witch Cult, no one from the Ghostly Execution Hall had killed more than they had.
Their deaths are well-deserved.
To those who bring suffering to others, they too will face disaster;
To those who inflict pain on others, they too will experience suffering.
Time has lingered for a while, and in the distance, the sound of footsteps is approaching, as many people are evidently rushing over.
Double Fists clenched tightly, Golden Flame burning bright, and within a pair of Scarlet Eyes, flames are also igniting.
The Face remains calm, but inside, a storm is raging.
Facing numerous enemies, there is no fear, only anger. A fury that seems capable of burning through heaven and earth.
"You have brought me disaster and pain; today, I will return it all double!"
Raising his head, the battle surges.
"How many of you are going to die today? You will all die. I will make you endure the greatest suffering in this world to honor the Souls of All the Villagers!"
(To be continued.)
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