Primordial Desolation: The Mortal Storyteller, with an Audience of Saints
Chapter 1130

The Demons Roar

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The moment their aura leaked even slightly, the Demon Gods with slightly weaker cultivation exploded on the spot, blood mist filling the air.

Before long, a gray, dim millstone hung in midair, slowly turning. That World-Destroying aura surged forth from its center, soundless, yet more soul-shaking than thunder.

"Take action!"

Hehe, guess what it is?

The spiritual treasure's might was terrifying beyond measure. That will to annihilate all existence erupted with a boom, piercing directly into the nine heavens, tearing apart the order of yin and yang, and plunging into the depths of the starry sea. In an instant, billions of stars shattered like glass and were utterly obliterated.

"What domineering power!"

The hearts of the Demon Gods shook as one. Their gazes burned as they stared fixedly at the gigantic millstone floating endlessly in the arena, their eyes brimming with greed.

No one knew who could no longer restrain himself first. His figure flashed, transforming into a black rainbow that shot straight toward the center.

The moment one moved, the entire situation descended into chaos.

In an instant, the demon horde howled, each displaying their divine abilities. Like locusts, like a tidal flood, they surged together toward the millstone.

One Demon God who shot out in front manifested the form of an Innate Dao Body. Yet it had not been forged through lightning tribulation tempering, but was merely a shell forcibly imitated through a secret art of concealment.

It had only the appearance; within, it was wholly different.

Though it seemed to possess the outline of a human body, its five viscera and six bowels remained in the Demon God's original form, its sinews, bones, flesh, and blood all unlike a mortal coil.

The instant it made its move, heaven and earth darkened abruptly, and the sun and moon

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