Without exception, the white-robed people lowered their heads and didn't dare say anything, afraid that they would become punching bags if they weren't careful.
The quiet air spread in all directions. Dugu Aoyun's face was cold as he slowly shattered Dugu Yao's body. Strong anger swept out, and endless killing intent shot out of his eyes.
It was only when Dugu Yao's corpse on the ground completely turned into a paste that Dugu Aoyun finally calmed down a little.
He thought of how his long, hard work had been wasted. The strong hatred and anger almost shattered his rationality.
"Dugu Yao has the Ten Thousand Evil Bloodline in her body. Ordinary ghost race members won't be her match unless she dies at the hands of humans. If nothing goes wrong, there must be a very powerful human in the Ghost Capital now." Dugu Aoyun took a deep breath of the thick blood smell and forced himself to calm down.
