Blade light filled the heavens, forming a colossal Blade Array that carved wounds through space, like a gigantic canopy descending from the sky.
The Ten Kings painstakingly cultivated by the Sky Demon Race—the Ten Kings whose ferocious reputations resounded throughout the Dark Sky Forbidden Land—all trembled in body and soul at this moment, wordless terror sweeping through their spirits.
The four fundamental forces of earth, water, wind, and fire fused perfectly. The immense pressure was like the great hand of the Grim Reaper, already clamped tightly around their throats, ready to drag them into the abyss at any moment.
The Ten Kings came from the great upper clans of the Dark Forest, each one a supreme genius within their clan. Through long years of battle, they had forged enormous renown, nearly becoming the "gods" of the Dark Hordes on the Sky Demon Race's front line.
Yet at this moment, countless Dark Hordes gazing up at the heavens witnessed a scene they would never forget for all eternity.
The Ten Kings were fleeing. The enormous canopy condensed by the Blade Array pressed down, and the fleeing Ten Kings froze in midair as though struck by a body-binding spell.
"No... don't..."
"Ah... I don't want to die..."
"Help..."
The Dark Hordes heard the Ten Kings' terrified screams and cries for help.
Unfortunately, the canopy condensed by the Blade Array possessed matchless majesty. The dazzling blade light was like a harvester of life, shattering every thought the Dark Hordes had of rushing to their aid.
"Rumble!"
The Blade Array crashed down. The Dark Hordes clearly saw enormous wounds appear in space; it was as though "black blood" flowed from the pitch-black void, blood belonging solely to space itself.
Looking again at the Ten Kings, their ten domains had originally blazed across the sky,