A wisp of dark, dusky cold qi condensed at Su Fan's fingertip. That sinister wind was no ordinary current of air, but a killing move wrapped in bone-piercing Evil Cold Qi and corrosive Baleful Qi, surging forth like countless Spirits of the Dead howling as they swept across the land.
Everywhere it passed, the air froze and burst into fine cracks of ice. Before the screams of the Devil Race Cultivators could even break through their throats, the sinister wind had instantly shredded and frozen them solid.
The Devil Race Cultivators transformed into black-brown fragments scattering across the sky, without leaving behind even the slightest trace.
As the sinister wind swept past, the entire battlefield, which had moments before been roaring with noise, fell into Dead Silence in an instant.
There were no more roars from the Devil Race, no more clashes of magical treasures. Only the lingering force of the sinister wind skimmed across the ground, rolling up the charred Devil Bone and shattered scales covering the earth and producing a sharp, rustling sound. The Dead Silence was enough to make one's scalp prickle.
Peng Shidao and the other Zhengyuan Heaven cultivators behind Su Fan stood rigid, their pupils shrinking to pinpoints. Their mouths hung open wide enough to swallow a fist, yet they could not make a sound. Their faces were filled with utter shock and disbelief.
The Devil Race army, which had moments ago been packed densely across the battlefield and blazing with murderous might, had been wiped clean across dozens of miles with that casual strike.
Only a scene of bloodstains and shredded flesh remained on the ground. The stench of blood mixed with the frigid aura, choking everyone until their chests felt tight.
"This... this Great Demon is way too terrifying..."
Someone's throat tightened, their