Within Lian Xin World, north of Central World City.
The battle had already ended. However, Luo Feng's figure had completely vanished, and even his aura had disappeared entirely. Yet Demon's aura remained powerful, still lingering.
This change left every living being in Central World City unable to eat or sleep in peace. After all, they all knew that devil cultivator Luo Feng had been their last hope.
But at this moment, that hope had been utterly shattered. Countless beings began to panic. Some rioted, some cried and screamed, while some rushed to savor life's pleasures in their final moments. Some gorged themselves on food and drink, while others simply waited quietly for Demon's arrival. Once Demon came, they would all be swallowed whole, with no possibility of surviving.
However, long after Luo Feng's aura had vanished, the Devil's Advent they had imagined never came. They sensed that Demon's aura was still lingering in the northern part of World City, seemingly without moving again.
They did not dare investigate and could only wait. Yet this waiting made every day feel like a year.
Only after several days had passed did some of the bolder ones secretly fly north. Demon's pressure and aura remained there, and they approached with extreme caution. The slightest rustle of wind or grass was enough to scare them half to death—
At last, when they drew near, they finally saw Demon sitting cross-legged upon the ground. As for Luo Feng, there was no trace of him left.
"What's going on? Demon isn't moving. Could he be injured? Logically speaking, even if he was injured, it should only be a minor wound, right?"
"Could he be seriously injured?"
"Was he sealed?"
"He wasn't sealed. I think he hasn't been affected at all. Feel this pressure—its strength is such