James was anxious—no, terrified. This expedition was on the brink of total annihilation. These weren’t ordinary soldiers; they were the elite of his clan. If they all died here, the entire sect would be crippled, leaving them no foothold left in the pagan world.

For the first time, he regretted his arrogance. His impulsiveness, his blind disdain for the Taoist world—everything had backfired.

But nothing could be undone now.

Blood stained the battlefield. Lives hung by a thread. Once the killing began, it could only end in death.

For a man like James, mercy toward an invader was impossible. He was no different from the former Evil God in that regard.

“James, say something!” Crew shouted desperately, panicking as James remained cold and silent. “Every wrong has its culprit. I gave the order to attack the Path Sect—these soldiers only obeyed me. You don’t have to kill innocent men—”

“Innocent?” Xezal snapped, her voice icy. “Your pagan army plundered, burned, slaughtered without restraint—and you call them innocent? What about the countless creatures they butchered?”