Boom!
Rumble!
In the starry sky, warships roared as carrier groups unleashed barrages. Immortal sect pavilions, immortal mountains, colossal trees, and more hurled spell after spell across vast distances and sweeping ranges, drowning one Horned Demon Tribe military formation after another.
It was utterly a slaughter!
Those racial military formations the Horned Demon Tribe took such pride in were harvested like straw by the Dao Soldiers of the Nine Great Immortal Sects before they even entered their attack range, dying in swathes.
Immediately afterward, the Nine Great Immortal Sects charged into the Magic Vine Minor Realm, purging every corner, destroying every Horned Demon Tribe formation, leaving no place untouched.
The Myriad Races cultivators of the Minor World once again abandoned their former masters and bowed in reverent worship before the new victors.
Not a single Horned Demon Tribe cultivator escaped.
Not one.
Whether they hid deep underground, concealed themselves within the Deadly Silent Starry Sky, or disguised themselves as enslaved races such as fox folk and Wood Demon Race beings, it was all useless. The Blood Battle Arena thirsted for blood and guided their enemies.
This battlefield personally arranged by the Horned Demon Tribe—a battlefield intended to once again exterminate the Foreign Domain human race as they had exterminated the Skull Vine Demon Clan—had become the burial ground of their own race.
Countless elites of the Horned Demon Tribe, Imperial Sons with hopes of becoming Great Emperors, Ancient Imperial Sons and Ancient Imperial Sons with hopes of becoming sovereigns, all died here.
Who knew how much time passed.
Boom!
With a legion-level synchronized volley led by an Aerospace Aircraft Carrier of the Immortal Sect Fleet, the indestructible body of the last surviving Horned Demon Tribe king exploded into a cloud of ashes. Even his divine soul could not escape a