With every arrow loosed, an Evil Beast invariably shrieked in agony!
With every Evil Beast that fell, the Ten Thousand Beast Heavenly Tribulation pulsed with a faint glow. Wang Mu could vaguely sense a unique spiritual characteristic budding within it…
A massacre! It was an absolute massacre!
Ao Qing's draconic mouth fell slightly agape!
Something is wrong! How could this be so different from the scene he had envisioned, so different from what the Great Immortal had predicted?
Where was the promised trampling? Well, a trampling there was, but it was these Evil Beasts being hunted down, slaughtered, and trampled by this human Cultivator.
No, no... The Great Immortal might be watching right now...
I must complete the task assigned by the Great Immortal!
Ao Qing mused for a moment, then chanted several Mantras at the water droplet again, intending to unleash a few more formidable Evil Beasts.
