Each Wave Stronger Than the Last, the Ancestor Emerges!

Rumble—

Nine-Colored Auspicious Clouds descended from the sky.

The light unleashed by Saint Judgment was also nine-colored, radiating an intangible aura of majesty and dominance.

Even from hundreds of miles away,

this wondrous sight could still be seen.

First, dazzling nine-colored halos shot upward.

Then they pierced through the clouds before crashing down like meteors, bearing down with the force of Mount Tai.

Its majestic aura nearly covered the entire Yu Long Mountain Range.

Even the surviving Demon Race troops stationed in the distance, who had painstakingly regrouped and regained a little spirit,

were immediately swept by that overwhelmingly shocking aura.

Every last one of them lowered their banners once more.

That nine-colored radiance, like the light of salvation, became a crushing pressure to the Demon Race.

The first burst of effort was unstoppable; the second waned; the third was exhausted.

This time, they could no longer summon even the slightest will to resist.

One could only imagine

how miserable the Demon God Group standing at the very front, directly facing the Ancestor Throne, must have been.

When that divine sword, like the Sword of Damocles, descended,

they were like demons bound to the gallows.

They were locked down so completely that they could not move an inch.

They could only await the fate of being judged by Saint Judgment.

As the great sword fell, everything was reduced to nothing.

Even the Moon Demon God's domain suffered a tremendous impact.

Agares, who had activated Demon God Transformation and was protected by a Demon God Pillar, suffered a backlash as well.

As for the two lowest-ranking Demon Gods, they died on the spot.

Truly—instantly boxed.

The once-unrivaled Bear Demon God relied on his powerful Dharma Form defenses, yet still could not endure it. He had to sacrifice an arm to save