A rain of blood pattered down from the sky. The Demon Kings who had once possessed illustrious reputations in their respective demon kingdoms were all reduced to cold corpses beneath that heaven-shaking sword intent, falling one after another from the sky like shooting stars and smashing deep pits into the earth.
The gale howled, sweeping up loose soil from the ground and gently scattering it into the pits, making them resemble unmarked graves.
When Song Changsheng's body came crashing down from the sky, a dull boom echoed between heaven and earth.
Once the echoes faded, this stretch of land fell into boundless silence. After the successive ravages of the void black hole and Yin Jue's Taotie true form, rivers had run dry and mountains had collapsed within a thousand-mile radius. Even the earth had been scraped away layer after layer, and as far as the eye could see, there was not a trace of green.
Other than tiny creatures invisible to the naked eye, this land seemed to no longer hold any life. It was terrifyingly quiet.
No one knew how much time had passed before another streak of light tore through the air. It was Dujiao Demon King, who had failed to reach the battlefield immediately due to the limits of speed and distance. When he saw the devastation before him, even after weathering more than a thousand years of storms and tempests, he was still too shocked to speak.
Above each of those deep pits and each corpse buried beneath loose soil, dense demonic energy had gathered without dispersing. Some had been weaker than him, but many had been stronger.
Yet without exception, they were all very familiar to him. Half a day ago, they had still gathered together to divide up their respective attack targets. Now, they