"Damn it! It really is... the 'World-Ending Great Mill' of legend, said to bring the final end of the calamity and destroy all heavens!" Luohu retreated swiftly as he dodged, gritting his teeth. This treasure existed only in fragmented ancient texts and forbidden whispers within the Demon Realm. He had long known its fearsome reputation, but seeing it with his own eyes now, dread surged through his heart.
"Could it be... that the great tide is about to overturn? Does this brat truly possess the chance to attain the supreme Great Dao?" The thought had barely arisen when the blazing fire in his chest exploded, burning away every trace of hesitation.
"I am the Devil Ancestor, ruler of all demons, with countless billions of demon soldiers and generals beneath me! Even if he holds the World-Ending Great Mill, I will not permit myself to lose—the hatred of Pangu destroying my body shall be repaid in blood today!" Before the words fell, his eyes had already turned blood-red, and baleful qi shot into the heavens.
With two fingers raised, he pointed, and the Four Swords of Zhu Xian abruptly transformed into four roaring Thunder Dragons. They danced wildly around him, churning above and below as sword qi poured down like waterfalls, cleansing the eight wastelands. Thunderfire surged from his palm, lightning snakes writhing madly as crackling explosions rang without end.
Crack!
A bolt of violet-black thunderfire as thick as a mountain exploded forth, striking straight at the World-Ending Great Mill!
Rumble—
The void trembled without cease.
The World-Ending Great Mill did not slow in the slightest, crashing directly towards Luohu.
Rumble!
Luohu himself shot backward like an arrow loosed from the bow, smashing through an unknown number of stars along the way. Broken stone and stardust churned across the sky; as