At this moment, Chen Qingxuan and the others had long since been scared witless. They stood frozen in place like clay statues or wooden idols, the color draining from their faces until nothing remained but utter disbelief.
They stared fixedly at the several crooked, fallen Upper Realm Great Demon Clones in the distance, their breaths catching in their throats. Not a sound could escape them. Their pupils contracted violently from extreme shock.
Those were the clones of Upper Realm Great Demons!
Though shackled by the laws of the lower realm's Heavenly Dao and suppressed to less than a tenth of their strength, a starving camel was still bigger than a horse. Every one of them possessed terrifying might comparable to that of a human cultivator in the Mahayana Realm.
With a casual wave of their hands, they could crush Integration Stage cultivators of the lower realm into ashes.
Yet several such terrifying beings, powerful enough to run rampant through Shenhua Heaven, had actually been gravely wounded by a single move, utterly unable to fight back.
"Rumble..."
Before everyone's shock had subsided, a gigantic Demonic Body that blotted out the sky suddenly crashed into the ground.
The dull boom rolled like thunder from the ninth heaven, and the earth trembled violently.
Countless savage cracks spread in all directions like a spiderweb. Flying dirt and stones, mixed with dense Demonic Energy so thick it seemed almost solid, shot into the sky.
This Demonic Body stood more than a thousand zhang tall, like a demonic mountain rising between heaven and earth. The Demonic Energy surging around him was as viscous as ink, swallowing all the surrounding light.
Black scales densely covered his body. Every scale was filled with twisted, sinister patterns that rose and fell faintly with his breathing, as though countless evil