Qin He stood within the demonic clouds, his gaze fixed on the massive figure turning to flee.
The Divine Envoy's strike through the divine statue had succeeded just now, saving him quite a bit of trouble. A heavily wounded prey was always easier to tame than one at its peak.
The demonic might around him suddenly surged, like the Black Sea churning, like the netherworld hanging upside down.
That vast pressure originating from the very source of the Demon Abyss needed no deliberate urging. It blanketed the surrounding lands like an invisible giant hand.
The air seemed frozen solid. Even the wails of the Evil Beast Tide's scattered remnants abruptly ceased, leaving only the humming of demonic might crushing the void to echo between heaven and earth.
The fleeing Three-Headed Netherwolf suddenly stiffened. Its two remaining heads turned toward the demonic clouds at once. The black flames in the middle head's eye sockets trembled violently, while the fangs of the right head chattered without pause, its drool falling at a suddenly faster rate.
It was fear born from the instinct of life itself, like an ant facing the collapse of the heavens, like a young beast encountering a tiger pouncing for its kill.
It could clearly sense that the existence within that mass of demonic cloud possessed demonic power more pure than the entire Demon Abyss, and the pressure it exuded made even breathing difficult.
Yet its remaining ferocity and instinct to survive still struggled. The Three-Headed Netherwolf let out a low whine, its forelimbs gouging deep trenches into the ground. It showed no intention of stopping as it turned to burrow into the remnants of the Evil Beast Tide.
"You do not know what is good for you."
Qin He's voice carried shards of ice as it slowly emerged