The Soul Masters with lower Soul Power exploded outright, turning into clouds of blood mist.
Even Salas, a Soul Douluo, was shaken until blood flowed from his seven orifices, and the scepter in his hand snapped in two.
His entire body flew backward, crashing heavily to the ground not far from Han Yuchen's feet.
He twitched like a dead dog.
It was over.
Completely over.
Whether it was Shrek, the royal consecrates, or Spirit Hall.
Before absolute power, all resistance seemed laughable.
Xue Beng slowly descended.
He stepped onto the blood-soaked ground and walked toward the Shrek Seven Devils step by step.
Each step made the earth tremble.
"Tang San, wasn't your Blue Silver Grass supposed to be so tough?"
"Dai Mubai, wasn't your White Tiger supposed to be so fierce?"
"Come on, keep dancing!"
Xue Beng's voice was full of mockery.
Tang San struggled to stand, but the Soul Power within him had long since been exhausted.
Three of the Eight Spider Lances had broken, and the wounds on his back were deep enough to expose bone.
Dai Mubai was unconscious, with Zhu Zhuqing collapsed in his arms.
Oscar and Ma Hongjun supported each other, their eyes filled with despair.
Ning Rongrong sat limp on the ground, hugging her knees tightly as her body trembled uncontrollably.
The shadow of death had never been so clear.
Xue Beng reached the group and raised his enormous Demon Claw.
Black energy gathered at its tips.
"Since none of you have anything to say, then be on your way together."
"In your next life, remember not to provoke me."
The Demon Claw descended.
It carried the momentum to destroy everything.
Everyone closed their eyes in anguish.
Waiting for the final end.
However.
One second passed.
Then two.
The pain they had expected never