"Junior brother, since they've already told the truth, why not spare them?"
The man in the gray robe looked at the few piles of meat mud, sighing.
At the height they were now at, falling unconsciously would be no different from ordinary people, even for Innate Realm Martial Artists.
Other than being smashed to death, there was no other end.
"These ants' Divine Souls are too weak. After the Soul Search, their Divine Souls have collapsed, all turning into idiots. Living would only be a pain.
I was merely kind enough to free them."
The young man in the white robe smiled faintly, his tone devoid of any emotion.
To him, it was merely crushing a few ants with a flick of his hand, simply nothing at all.
"..."
The man in the gray robe was silent for a moment and ultimately said nothing more.
He also knew that his junior brother's nature had always been somewhat harsh.
Those who could cultivate to their realm had an unyielding temperament, not easily changed.
