"Kill!"
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
As far as the eye could see, the blade points aimed.
Under the formation deliberately improved by Qi Yuan, the Supremes surged toward Ten Thousand Zhang Plain like a torrent of steel.
A hundred thousand Supremes, like heavenly soldiers, swept through everything in their path. No one could stand against them.
After all, the current formation had been created jointly by every Great Supreme of the Flowing Wind World, then improved after Qi Yuan's eyes spotted its flaws.
Its power far surpassed the formations carried by the Supremes who had besieged Ning Tao back then.
Their momentum was vast and unstoppable as they pushed forward in a direct sweep.
Qi Yuan stood in the void, his red robes more vivid than blood.
A lazy expression rested on his face. "Now this... is what playing a game is supposed to feel like."
At last, he experienced the thrill of being a pay-to-win player.
A whole crowd of underlings kept steamrolling ahead.
There was no need for him to lift a finger.
Compared to the brutal battles at Land's End, this was truly easy beyond measure.
Only now did he resemble a true great villain, relentlessly bombarding the righteous side and crushing them through sheer force.
Facing enemies ten times their number, how could the Supremes of the Ten Thousand Demons World dare to truly fight? They had long since scattered in flight.
Unfortunately, they had already been surrounded on all sides by a hundred thousand red-robed Supremes.
Over a hundred Supreme Battalions continually closed the distance, repeatedly unleashing Origin Divine Powers in beyond-visual-range attacks.
They did not even need to target any individual Supreme. They merely had to fling Origin Divine Powers toward designated areas.
They drowned those Demon Race Supremes to death with an endless flood of