Chen Qingxuan and the others, suspended in the distant sky, saw their pupils suddenly contract to the size of pinpoints, their mouths stretching wide beyond their control.
The blood in their bodies seemed to freeze in an instant. They stood rigidly in place, even their breathing utterly still.
It was not only these top cultivators. Every Eastern War Zone cultivator stationed along the Demon Race defense line witnessed this blood-soaked slaughter through spiritual light or with their naked eyes—a scene terrifying enough to be branded into their souls.
At that moment, the world fell into Dead Silence. Even the sound of the wind vanished without a trace.
Only the dense, cloying stench of blood spread along the wind.
Time itself seemed to be seized by an invisible hand at that moment, completely frozen.
Those were the clones of Upper Realm Great Demons!
Every one of them possessed might comparable to that of a Human Race cultivator in the Mahayana Realm, yet now they were smashed apart by Su Fan in the most savage and brutal manner, as though they were made of mud and paper!
That was right—smashed apart!
There were no dazzling Dao arts in motion, no earth-shaking treasures being brought forth.
All that surrounded Su Fan was surging, violent Killing Intent. His Demonic Body, which had transformed into one over a thousand zhang tall, was covered in knotted muscles coiled like Fierce Beasts. Every punch came with an explosive boom that tore through the air.
Every blow struck flesh, and whenever his fists smashed into a Demonic Body, they were answered by the crisp crack of shattering bones and the gruesome spray of blood and flesh.
Some demon clones took a punch to the head from him, their brains spraying hundreds of zhang mixed with blood. Their massive