There was an instinct driving him, turning starving ghosts into hungry ghosts, freeing them from the inevitable destiny of the starving ghosts.
But at this moment, Yu Ziqing said nothing.
Living had ceased to be important to them.
He felt he must respect these people's thoughts, give them the opportunity to incinerate the locust god themselves, which would be the greatest fulfillment.
A moment later, Yang landed.
"Have you made up your mind? Is there really no other way?"
Yu Ziqing briefly relayed what Nie Shuang had just said, and Yang also fell silent.
"The locust god... God..."
He sighed, then looked at those starving ghosts and found himself unable to utter any words of persuasion.
"Do we need to send Feng Buju and the others out first?"
"No need, they won't be harmed."
Yu Ziqing walked up to Nie Shuang and extended his left hand, pressing it on Nie Shuang's chest.