Squeaky Clean

At the center of the vast sea of clouds.

A huge finger fell from the sky, pointing directly at the dense crowd below.

The lines on the finger were magnified countless times, and to the crowd below, the fingerprints looked like ravines.

The finger dropped from above the vault of heaven at an extremely fast speed, yet it did not frictionally ignite any flames.

This section of a finger was manifested through spellcraft.

Fuxi saw the state of the celestial and divine army in the divine realm, knowing that if he did not make a move, this army might be finished.

He did not care about the casualties of this celestial and divine army; inherently, he simply wanted them to die.

In Fuxi's eyes, they were nothing more than tools he manufactured, and their reason for existing was to risk their lives for him.

However,

Fuxi did not allow the celestial and divine army to die here.

The blood of immortals and gods had to flow, and it must be left in the demon realm, the mortal realm, and the ghost realm.

The finger pierced through the realm barrier, tore open the sea of clouds, and swept rapidly across the sky, causing the breath of the crowd below to freeze in terror at the commotion.

"Why on earth did we come here?"

Those people, collapsed on the ground and paralyzed by this natural-disaster-like power, could not help but ask themselves in their hearts.

Placed outside this battlefield, none of them belonged to the sequence of the weak.

The laws of the Well of Gods and Demons were special, and the fact that they could survive here was enough to prove that they were not simple.

Yet,

coming here dealt a truly massive blow to them.

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