After a crisp, wet splat, came a thunderous boom.
Blood Plasma sprayed from between its fingers, shooting dozens of meters into the air.
"W-Wrong..." A choked voice rose from amidst the chunks of flesh, steeped in despair. "Wrong... It wasn't me... It was... it was..."
BOOM!
The giant hand came crashing down again upon Sido, without the slightest mercy.
Then again, and again!
Wrong? What was wrong?!
How could I be wrong?!
I'm beating the fuck out of you!
The thunderous impacts continued without end, the ravaging unceasing, until even the last remnant of Sido's spirit had turned into nothingness and vanished completely, and only then did the bloodstained giant hand dissipate with regret.
With a flick of the Bone Wheel, a lump of Sin-Corrupted spirit essence, like a wad of thick phlegm, was spat onto Sido's remains.
So you're the fucking Evil Transformation Cult?
The Evil Eye swept across the scene, glancing at those who had somehow retreated again and again. A cold snort seemed to sound out as the rift in the void opened once more.
Without a hint of attachment, the Turning Wheel Saint King turned and left.
He paid no attention whatsoever to the exchanges and calls of the other Higher Fiends.
Yet even as he departed, he still could not vent his anger. The Bone Wheel became an axe and hacked downward through the air.
It was as though he had kicked Quancheng itself. Amid the earth-shaking tremors, cracks emerged upon the pillars formed by the other Higher Fiends as well.
Fucking bad luck!
Evil Transformation Cult, don't let me see you beneath the vortex again!
And with that, he stormed off as though slamming a door behind him.
All that remained was the Sacrificial Ground, a complete mess amid wave after wave of quakes.