Gradually, the screams coming from the sea of fire became weaker and more sporadic.
Eventually, all the screams disappeared, and the sea of fire extinguished!
Everyone looked over and saw that the area was filled with scorched bodies lying haphazardly, the scene as miserable as Purgatory.
Amidst the endless mountains of corpses, Huang Yi stepped forward over the bodies, his cloak slightly fluttering, with Wrath of the Godslayer in his hand dripping with blood.
He gazed down at the ground full of corpses with a calm expression, not showing the slightest change.
Everyone stood motionless, staring at Huang Yi as if admiring a deity passing Judgment on all living things.
Many people did not expect that at this critical moment of the national war, Huang Yi would even kill Chinese players, seemingly without emotion!
No sense of patriotism or fellowship could bind him; he only acted according to his own thoughts, regardless of being further misunderstood by others.
