The End of the Era of Cosmic Reversal

Within the Centipede Demon Clan's Great Thousand World, although the various other clans' scheme had failed, they did not flee at once.

"Kill! Keep unleashing spells and blanket this entire world!"

"We can't retreat! If we do, Song Zhong will come after us, and our entire clan will be exterminated!"

"For our clan, what does death matter!"

These cultivators from the other clans had all been carefully selected by their respective clans. Even so, they continued madly unleashing spell after spell, firing them toward where the lightning had fallen.

Yet when their spells landed, they more often blasted apart cultivators from their own clans or other clans.

At some unknown moment, Song Zhong emerged once more from a bolt of lightning in the distance.

Even if some cultivators had guessed correctly, and several spells—or even more than a dozen—struck him, with his current cultivation, his Three-Colored Divine Wings possessed defensive power as well.

These spells could not harm him at all.

They could not kill Song Zhong, but Song Zhong could effortlessly slaughter them.

It did not matter who they were, nor which clan's Heavenly Prodigy they were. So long as Song Zhong attacked them, they would certainly die.

They could not withstand even a single blow.

One after another, the cultivators of the other clans died. At last, no one knew which clan's cultivators broke first, but they began fleeing outward.

Their clans had said that if they died here, their families would be properly cared for.

But the problem was that staying here, they simply could not kill Song Zhong. They would only be dying in vain.

And Song Zhong would certainly retaliate against them afterward. Their Great Thousand Worlds could not be moved away, and their slumbering experts could not retreat either.

Once their clan's Great Thousand