"City Lord!"
Across heaven and earth, mournful roars rang out. Many members of the Divine Army were drenched in blood, their hearts filled with sorrow, tears streaming down their faces.
An absolute Half-Emperor had died just like that!
Gone forever!
This was a calamity of the race—utterly terrifying, cruel, and savage.
Before today, all had been well.
After today, every inch would be stained with blood.
"As long as the Human Race does not perish, its sacred flame shall not be extinguished! Demon Race, do not rejoice too soon! Though we die today, when the Human Race rises again, our descendants will surely come knocking, demanding blood for blood and justice from you!"
Yellow mist surged as Rong Shan murmured. His face was resolute, his entire body soaked in blood. Standing amid Demonic Flame, there was not the slightest pain in his eyes. He cast a cold glance at Jin Kui, looked down upon the demons covering the mountains, then plunged to the ground and exploded with a thunderous blast, instantly taking nearly a hundred great demons with him.
"Ah! No!"
"Old bastard, you're taking us with you even in death!"
Amid cries of unwilling fury, one savage great demon after another fell, shattered, and vanished, turning into a rain of blood that filled the sky.
Qin Zheng was too weak—so weak that he could not even self-destruct!
Rong Shan was slightly better off. He used every last shred of strength and ultimately self-destructed.
Jin Kui did not stop Rong Shan's final, desperate strike.
If it had wanted to, it naturally could have stopped him.
Yet how terrifying was the desperate self-destruction of a Half-Emperor at death's door?
Even it was unwilling to risk stopping it.
Though the odds of being injured were extremely low.
Still, it was preparing to