"I hate this!"
The Five-Colored Demonic Ox Demon King wielding the Sacred Weapon roared unwillingly, his voice aged and hoarse.
Even after burning through all their lifespans, they had failed to kill Wei Fan. Their fate was already sealed.
He was not afraid of death. What he could not accept was failing to kill Wei Fan and losing a Sacred Weapon as well. After this battle, the Five-Colored Demonic Ox Clan had suffered devastating losses.
"You will not live much longer! When our clan's Ox King returns from the Wasteland, he will surely kill you!"
He struggled to swing the Sacred Weapon in his hand, but he could no longer unleash much of its power. Wei Fan casually seized it in one hand.
Wei Fan looked at the Demon King, whose ox hair had already turned black, and snorted coldly. "Even if he does not come to kill me, I will slaughter him myself!"
With a light sweep of the Sacred Weapon he had snatched away, all five Demon Kings turned to drifting ash.
These Demon Kings had burned their lifespans, and nearly all the essence of their flesh had been consumed. Their corpses had little value left, so he directly wiped them out with the Sacred Weapon, not even bothering to keep the bodies.
As for the earlier corpses, they had long since been reduced to ashes beneath the ripples of the Sacred Weapons.
The shattered void rapidly mended, revealing an azure sky. Though the battle had taken place high in the heavens, the land for more than ten miles below had already become a sea of yellow sand, with countless mountains collapsed.
"Fifteen Demon Kings came carrying three Sacred Weapons, and every last one was wiped out!"
"We really witnessed the birth of a legend. He was too