Going All Out

The thunder gradually receded from above the ruined Ghost Capital, like a retreating tide, leaving only deafening echoes to collide among the charred walls and rubble.

The ground had been gouged into enormous pits and trenches, its surface covered in glassy scorch marks. The air was thick with ozone, the stench of burning, and the pungent, sulfurous reek unique to demonic flesh annihilated by divine power.

That earth-shattering strike had indeed inflicted terrifying damage.

At least a hundred demons of every shape and size lay sprawled on the ground, lightning snakes coiling around their battered bodies. Demonic blood stained the earth, viscous as tar.

Dozens more had been struck directly by the cores of the lightning pillars. They hadn't even managed to scream before the lightning disintegrated and vaporized them, reducing them to ashes in the truest sense—not a trace of their existence remained.

Bone Scraper Demon King stood at the very front of the battle formation. He hadn't died, but he was in a wretched state.

His proud black demonic halo was covered in cobweb-like cracks, as if it might collapse at any moment.

Yet his eye sockets, burning with ghostly flames, remained fixed on the enormous dharma form in the sky, surrounded by boundless golden light and thunder. The corners of his mouth gradually curled upward.

"Ke ke ke ke..." Bone Scraper Demon King bared his jaw, made of sharp bone spurs, and let out a harsh, rasping laugh. It brimmed with the frenzy of one who had survived disaster and the mockery of someone who saw through the facade. "Kid! Had your fill of showing off? That spectacle... Tsk, tsk. I'll admit, it nearly scared me to death!"

He licked his lips. "But how much longer can you keep it up? It's just power borrowed from a