The shockwave swept past, and all life was extinguished.
Hundreds of kilometers in every direction fell into absolute silence.
There were no insects chirping or birds calling, no terrified roars from the surviving beasts, no clash of metal between the Human and Devil Races, no cries of bloody slaughter, and not even the miserable moans of the wounded lying on the ground. All sound had vanished.
Apart from the few humans floating in midair, the entire world was empty. Only the wind, impossible to cut apart, echoed and whimpered by their ears and in their hearts.
Li Mu Yang's long hair flew in the wind, his robes billowing. His eyes thoughtfully examined Cui Xiaoxin before him.
Breaking his Trapped Dragon Ascending to Heaven seemed like nothing more than a trivial matter to her.
The more casually she acted, the heavier the hearts of those on their side became.
At the critical moment, Taishu Yongsheng had picked up Lu Xingkong. Otherwise, Lu Xingkong, left lying on the ground, would already have been sliced in two by that force.
Ying Wuyu was also shaken with lingering fear. A nation's grandmaster, with a century of cultivation, had actually been rendered utterly helpless before the Devil King.
This devil was simply too powerful. Every strike and every move seemed effortless, yet possessed astonishing destructive power, making it difficult for anyone to oppose her.
Most deadly of all, her techniques were completely unbreakable.
Take the Human Race's divine techniques and cultivation arts, for example. Most had been honed and comprehended by their predecessors time and again. They had names, moves, and certain rules and trajectories governing their execution.
One had to understand that the more rules one followed, the more flaws there would be.
Of course, the stronger a person was, the more flaws they