The Force Race members died peacefully, without the slightest pain.
Compared to the Pangu Clan forebears who had been bloodily slaughtered in fierce battle long ago, they were undoubtedly far more fortunate.
After a long while, the wound in heaven and earth healed, and the Dark Dimension receded.
The once-prosperous land had become a barren expanse of yellow earth and rock.
The buildings, vegetation, and people upon it had all vanished.
Warriors, Transcendent Realm cultivators, including those dozens of Star Lords—all had vanished like smoke into thin air.
Pan Hong had been slaughtering with great zeal, but Qin Heng's intervention had disrupted his rhythm. Looking at the empty Li Clan Land, he could not help but stand there in a daze.
After a moment, he slumped down and let out a long sigh. "No matter how many I kill, I can't bring them back."
Remembering old friends, tears fell from his tiger-like eyes.
In the direction of Yuan Chen Island, many Star Lords had been alarmed by the immense commotion at the Li Clan Land and flown high into the sky to watch from afar.
Several figures flew over at top speed, shouting in the Force Race's language, looking both anxious and furious.
Qin Heng pointed through the air, compressing and warping the space before them.
With several muffled pops, those people flew into it and were instantly torn into Blood Mist by the distorted spatial structure.
Then his divine sense spread out, covering all of Yuan Chen Island. His voice rolled like thunder, vast and mighty as he declared, "Do not panic, everyone. This is a battle to settle the grievances between two races and will not harm the innocent. From this day forth, the Force Race is erased from existence. River Source Floating Earth shall govern itself throughout