All the Magic Rock Tribe's lofty ambitions, high spirits, and grand designs turned into phantoms when the Realm Hegemon's tentacles truly arrived.
Everything was vanishing like smoke and scattering like clouds.
"Heavenly Monarch..."
"Immortal Sect Heavenly Monarch..."
Intense pain appeared in King Mo Shan's eyes. He no longer bore the commanding demeanor of a great ruler who had looked down upon all things while slaughtering Immortal Sect Citizens.
Crack, crack!
His bones and soul were shattering inch by inch.
He clearly sensed his own death approaching, yet he did not dare curse or roar. Instead, his face filled with profound supplication.
At this moment, the great ruler who governed a Minor World, the ancestral patriarch, was gone.
The groveling slave who had once stood beside the Flame Liu Imperial Son had returned, pleading with a powerhouse from the Realm Hegemon for something.
"Heavenly Monarch!"
"Th-this was all Mo Shan's greed clouding his mind! I knew neither the height of heaven nor the depth of earth, ignored the dissuasion of many cultivators within the clan, and stubbornly went my own way."
"Mo Shan deserves ten thousand deaths! May my soul never be reborn for all eternity!"
"This has nothing to do with the Magic Rock Tribe. I beg the Heavenly Monarch not to implicate the innocent."
Mo Shan pleaded.
Yet there was nothing he could do. He could not move. His mountain-sized demonic body was being gripped by the neck in a slender hand; aside from speaking, he could not even kill himself.
"Heh. You will naturally die, and you will die after a soul search."
Jiang Ding smiled.
"Your race will not escape either. Every Magic Rock Tribesman involved, directly or indirectly, will die. At most, one or two will be retained and stored away as a species-diversity gene bank."