In the bleak yellow forest, suddenly a dull sound swept out. The black flames raged like a storm, burning the forest into ashes. However, the black flames did not burn for long and were gradually extinguished.
Rustle.
A figure slowly walked out of the blackened forest. It was Mu Chen. He looked down at his dark palm expressionlessly. In the midst of surging spiritual energy, the darkness quickly dissipated. The burn on his palm also recovered at an accelerated rate.
Behind him, there was the faint sight of two figures kneeling, their heads hanging feebly. The burning black flame on their heads was extinguished as all traces of life dissipated. There was still disbelief and horror in their eyes. They clearly did not think that a mere Upper Earthly Sovereign would have such terrible power.
"It was them, indeed." Mu Chen did not bother to look at the cold bodies. Instead, he looked in the direction of the mountains and forests, frowning slightly.