Lin Yun’s voice resounded like thunder as bolts of lightning tore apart the sky. Right now, he was standing above a pile of corpses with an unrestrained aura. Simultaneously, the crimson lightning sounded like the weeping of the war realms. It was the price they had to pay for messing with Lin Yun.

As more geniuses began to gather at Yellow Sandy Plain, they could see Lin Yun enveloped in torrential crimson light from afar. He was declaring war with the war realms by butchering the ...