This was the opportunity he had been waiting for!
The auras of the Eight Pseudo-Saints had simultaneously withered to rock bottom, their tacit understanding forged through a century of cooperation.
Because of their extreme exhaustion and despair, the slightest trace of stagnation and disorder had finally appeared!
This opening would vanish in the blink of an eye!
But for Lu Chen, who had prepared for a hundred years, that was enough!
"Cang! Disrupt them!"
"Lu Pan! Break through their defenses!"
"Thirteen! Ultimate Annihilation!"
Lu Chen's voice exploded in the depths of the three clones' minds like thunder from the Nine Heavens, like the horn of a final battle!
There was no need for words. After a century of fighting side by side, their hearts had long been linked.
"Crimson Dust Tribulation—All Hopes Dashed!"
Cang attacked first!
Over the past century, he had used the great battle to quietly attach himself to the Eight Pseudo-Saints.
The Crimson Dust Karma formed from the fear, resentment, despair, and other Negative Emotions accumulated from themselves and the countless living beings who had died because of them.
At this moment, it detonated in an instant!
VMMMM!!!
An invisible and intangible tide of terrifying will, powerful enough to dim the entire galaxy, erupted outward from Cang as its center, instantly washing over the minds of the Eight Pseudo-Saints!
"No—!"
The Abyss Demon Emperor let out a desperate roar.
The battlefield before him was gone. Instead, he saw the Devil Realm he ruled reduced to ashes beneath endless holy light, while his billions of Devil Race subjects perished amid their wails...
Hu Lietian saw the Geng Gold Tiger Clan he had built with his own hands besieged by countless enemies. His tiger sons and grandsons were slaughtered to the last, and the ancestral land of the tiger