Wolf Demon, Sars, and the Marshal now looked as if ordinary mortals had come face-to-face with evil spirits, their expressions filled with terror. They had only ever heard of the Forbidden Power's might, never imagining it could be this heaven-defying.
Main Body glanced calmly at the three of them, then widened his eyes.
BOOM!—
In an instant, Wolf Demon and the other two were struck as if by a gigantic iron mountain. They had no power to resist and were sent flying like kites with their strings cut, spewing blood through the air.
With just a glance, he had grievously wounded three Seven Tribulation Monarchs.
"Great Venerable!"
"Great Venerable!"
"Great Venerable!"
At this thrilling sight, the trillions of cultivators in the Witch God Sect all roared. It was as if they were venting all the pressure the Monarchs had placed on their hearts not long ago. Their voices surged like a tide, thundering and echoing through the void!
"How is this possible? Lord Wolf Demon and the others are supreme Monarchs! How could they be so utterly helpless?"
While the Witch God Sect members were overcome with excitement, Wolf Demon's subordinates were utterly despairing, every one of them trembling.
"What do we do? What do we do? Am I really going to die here today?"
Wolf Demon's face twisted into a hideous grimace.
"No! This absolutely cannot happen. How long have I cultivated? How much hardship have I endured? How many dangers have I faced? For over a billion years, I've struggled at every step and survived countless brushes with death. I finally managed to break through to the King Realm. I absolutely cannot die so easily! I still have to enjoy supreme authority, and reach even greater heights!"
Wolf Demon's thoughts spiraled into chaos. The more he thought,