From the depths of the abyss, there were countless screams.
There was despair, anger, regret, and unwillingness. Many voices cluttered together, turning this place into The Underworld.
Song Yu slowly put away the mirror, and heard the countless screams, his face was expressionless, and his eyes did not fluctuate.
Even if he knew, he had just killed nearly a thousand Tianjiao by himself.
These geniuses are the hope of the future in the world, the most outstanding existence of the younger generation, and many of them are the hope of their respective Sect families.
He is the proud disciple of the teachers, the Qilin child in the hearts of his parents, and the love of his sweetheart.
But at this moment, they are all dead.
They have no grievances or enmity with Song Yu, and even some people admire Song Yu very much and regard Song Yu as their own example.
But Song Yu killed them without the slightest psychological pressure~.