The crimson blaze filling the sky slowly drew in, and the scorching aura lingering in the night air sank bit by bit.
The Myriad-Era Evil Corpse that had ravaged a hundred miles left behind not even a shred of bone dust or a wisp of Remnant Soul, utterly melting away within Burning Heaven Lord's blazing fire.
Such a crushing end was far more than mere suppression by cultivation realm.
It was the complete erasure of rules.
The death Dao intent the evil corpse had cultivated for myriad eras, at the instant Burning Heaven Lord struck, was like a false rule colliding with a true primordial law. It did not even have the right to struggle and collapse before being uprooted from the very veins of heaven and earth.
In midair, Burning Heaven Lord's red robes hung loose, fine flame patterns flowing along their hems. He neither swayed nor moved, yet the spiritual energy of the entire world had been pressed into stillness and silence.
No overwhelming pressure was deliberately released, yet the wind across a hundred miles of sky had stopped, the clouds lay still, and the air drew in. Even the Merit Golden Light scattered all around meekly retracted its sharpness. This was the natural hierarchy imposed by higher-level Dao laws.
Zhao Yan, Li Lie, and Su Qinghan stood solemnly with their heads lowered, their hearts still trembling without end.
Just moments ago, the four of them had formed an array, exhausted their spiritual power, unleashed every law at their disposal, and fought desperately for a long while before barely halting the evil corpse's momentum.
Yet in Burning Heaven Lord's hands, it had taken only the lift of a hand for the dust to settle.
"Thank you, my lord, for saving the world!"
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