Yan Zhikong finished speaking and didn't say anything more.
He had personally seen those lost souls and was determined to keep observing without intervening, no matter how chaotic things became.
In short, they deserved it.
If asked, the answer would be that poor Tao has shallow cultivation and is powerless.
The few people beside him also remained silent, feeling a bit of conscience in their hearts, but they were also just going through the motions, as work was work.
The army of lost souls entered the large island, and shortly after, more than 200 additional lost souls joined the ranks.
The momentum of the entire group began to gradually strengthen, with the Yin Qi becoming heavier and grievances growing denser.
After walking for two hours, when the number of lost souls in the army finally reached over ten thousand.
