The actions of the three Moth Demon Race Demon Venerables were incomprehensible to the Darkness Breeds of the various races, yet they were deeply shocked.
Without sufficient courage, no one could pull off something like this.
That Moth Demon Poison Stream was practically a battle technique comparable to the Mid Demon Venerable Level. None of the Demon Venerable Level beings present dared claim they could withstand it.
There was no need to imagine how powerful its self-destruct would be.
No matter how powerful the Moth Demon Race Void Fortress's Defense Barrier was, could it truly guarantee that it would emerge completely unscathed?
Besides, invisible cracks had already appeared in the Defense Barrier earlier. Enduring another wave of impact now would be no different from courting death.
Of course, the Darkness Breeds present quickly understood the choice of the three Moth Demon Race Demon Venerables.
If they did not choose to self-destruct, those black spears would likely pierce through the Defense Barrier in the end. Rather than waiting for death, they might as well make one last struggle.
They had clearly been driven into a corner!
As the Darkness Breeds of the various races thought of this, their expressions gradually became extremely grave.
They were not in that situation themselves and could not personally experience the Moth Demon Race's current predicament.
However, after witnessing round after round of battles, they had gained an exceptionally clear understanding of the Poison Nightmare Demon Body's terrifying strength.
Troublesome!
Extremely troublesome!
This was no longer something that could be simply described as powerful. It was an almost irresistible force, far too overpowered.
Had they not personally seen those black spears repeatedly disperse and reform, as if they could never be worn away no matter what, they would never have believed such a method truly existed.