However, seemingly out of mercy, he did not treat his kind with the same violence as he did the Foreign Race. Although each strike was lethal, he left their corpses intact.
As the slaughter progressed, the murderous intent in his eyes intensified, and even World Light seemed to feel this intent, a subtle smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.
"Amitabha, why does the benefactor feign ignorance? As the sole 'Immortal' unaffected by this world, bearing witness to eons of reincarnation, haven't you already found the answer within yourself?"
Jia Xun's voice was compassionate, gazing at the slaughter scene within the light screen, his eyes devoid of sorrow or joy.
Yet, as his words fell, World Light's expression suddenly darkened.
"Do you really believe this world can birth one who will overcome extinction?"
"Stop joking!! That is nothing but a lie. Among the infinite dimensions, only the Origin World of the Human Race is eligible to birth a Daluo.
