The Divine Magnet Storm still covered a thousand-mile radius, but it was no longer pitch-black. All manner of powers had fused within it.
Each of those powers carried the might to span heaven and earth; all were powers of the Primordial Realm Dao Foundation.
The enormous figure of the two-faced Evil Buddha of the Soul Concealing floated in the heavens, one face solemn and dignified, the other wearing a sinister smile.
The Soul Concealing Canopy expanded, hovering above the Evil Buddha of the Soul Concealing's head as it slowly revolved. Its crisp bells sounded like a death-seeking melody from hell.
Lin Xuan stood at the very heart of the storm, his gaze sweeping arrogantly over the eight Demons whose faces were filled with terror.
Three Near Dao, five Peak Earth Immortals—all of them stood at the pinnacle of the Transcendent Realm.
They had gathered here because of a single transmission. Of the thirty Earth Immortal-level Demons, only these eight remained.
Xuan Daobei and the other Demons trembled in their hearts. Their earlier belief that Lin Xuan had reached his limit was simply a joke.
Now that Lin Xuan had erupted with even more terrifying power, once they drew near, there was simply nowhere to flee.
"It's over..."
The bloodthirstiness in Xuan Daobei's eyes had completely vanished, replaced by utter fear of death.
"My lord..."
Panicked cries rang in his ears. Xuan Daobei knew they were pleas for help from his subordinates.
But his domain had already collapsed. Terrifying sharpness sliced through his body, scorching light shone over him, and icy cold froze his mind, leaving him numb. He could barely save himself—how could he speak of rescuing others?
"Ah..."
Miserable screams erupted. The Demons who had not reached the Near Dao Earth Immortal level were the first to fail, their