Chai Ye saw his boss step forward and wisely stepped back.
He never intended to kill his colleagues with these simple means, he just needed a fight to vent the accumulated violence within.
The form of Chai Ye's existence dictates that he must resort to violence and gore to maintain his sanity.
If he doesn't engage in intense battles for a long time, his consciousness will gradually be devoured by the Chaos of the Abyss, ultimately transforming into a beast that knows only slaughter.
"Hahaha... exhilarating!"
Chai Ye laughed heartily and sat back on his throne, completely ignoring the wounds on his body that were still bleeding.
These injuries were healing at a visibly rapid pace, the broken dragon head re-growing, and the torn wings reconsolidating.
In just a few blinks of an eye, he was restored completely, even appearing stronger and more majestic than before the battle.
The recovery speed of the other Supreme Apostles wasn't slow either.
