At the same time, at the other end of the battlefield, Luo Ping was not idle either. The corner of his mouth lifted slightly, and the tip of his tongue swept over his lips with a cold smile.
The demon scythe in his hand turned lightly, and countless surges of aura gathered with it, then quietly drew back. His head was lowered, yet his whole body radiated a pressure that could not be underestimated.
He slowly raised his eyes. His gaze was clear and cold as ice, and his voice was like a winter wind piercing through the air, striking straight at the heart. "Chen Yu, did you think you could suppress all of us with that so-called Slaughter Domain of yours?"
"Hmph. Now, let me teach you what true despair means."
"I'll let you experience for yourself what it feels like when your Slaughter Domain is utterly shattered!"
Before the words had even faded, he let out a low shout, like thunder exploding across the nine heavens. "Supreme Demonic Arcana: Break Limit!"
Black, purple, and silver light rose from his body, like Nether Fire in the dark of night—blazing, eerie, and chilling to the bone.
A vast wave of force surged out of him, sweeping outward in ring after ring. With the demon scythe as the center, an unprecedented storm of darkness and fiendish energy was suddenly unleashed. The tempest was like an enraged dragon bursting from the sea, sweeping across heaven and earth.
The power was so mighty, so terrifying, that everyone present could not help but turn to look.
Chen Yu's heart tightened, and he inwardly cried that things were bad.
As one of the divine inheritance clans, the Rakshasa Luo Family stood alongside the Angel Qian Family and the Sea God Bo Family. Its foundations ran