Xi Jie's eyes flashed with divine light; from afar, he had already spotted the existence of those refugees below. A trace of cold harshness appeared on his face as he waved his hand forward. Killing these refugees was as easy as crushing ants; there was no need for them, the god-men flying in the sky, to take action. The God's Servants and demigods below could easily handle it.
At Xi Jie's signal, the god-men below accelerated their charge, while Xi Jie and the others also sped up their flight. He wanted to personally witness this bloody slaughter.
The speed of the flight and the god-men advancing below was very fast. Luo Rou watched the approaching enemy quietly, her expression unchanged. A small scroll appeared in her hand, which Nian Bing had specially designed for her to use effortlessly without the need for magic power. It was not meant for attacking.
