This blade seemed to signal the raising of the curtain.
Just as Velin began to sense how many Demons had been slain this time, countless terrifying attacks appeared within several hundred kilometers of the ten-thousand-meter giant tree.
Meteorites a thousand meters in diameter crashed into the ground. Space, sturdier than Reality Space, shattered. Flames surged, seawater flooded the land, ice descended, Holy Light delivered judgment, dragons roared, arcane torrents swept forth, dimensions collapsed...
In mere moments, more than half of the Demons near the giant tree had vanished.
"They were all waiting!"
Not far away, Velin even spotted Kyle. Using the same methods from the previous battle, he directly annihilated dozens of High-tier Soul Intent Demons.
"I need to speed up."
After muttering that, Velin began clearing out the High-tier Soul Intent Demons around him.
There were too many freaks. If he did not put in more effort this time, he would truly disgrace Kyle.
One moment, they had been evenly matched; the next, they had become lambs awaiting slaughter.
At this moment, the Demons near the giant tree could not help recalling how they had once toyed with those ants in the main material world—giving the ants called heroes or saints a sliver of hope, then destroying them just as they believed victory was within reach.
Those souls, intertwined with hope and fear, had been incomparably delicious.
And now, this scene was unfolding upon them.
"I..."
A High-tier Soul Intent Succubus looked at the Dusk Orc before her and wanted to beg for mercy. Even if she had to become a slave, even if she had to mate with the lowliest creatures, she was willing—as long as she could live. But by the time she spoke her first word, everything below her neck had already vanished.
The Dusk Orc