Moon Sky Hall Master had made it to safety. Huanggu Saint Devil now had only a divided spirit left, transformed into a bull-serpent and sunk into unconsciousness, but at least it had seized this thread of life. Feng Jie Devil Lord, however, had fallen into a deadly plight, his eyes despairingly scanning the surroundings.
Amid the boundless Extreme Devil Bloodflames, a blood-colored thorn slashed down. The thorn seemed capable of infinite transformations, striking from different directions.
The phantom of the Beginningless Demon Blade had been exhausted in the fierce clash of spells. Feng Jie Devil Lord no longer had the strength to resist. As the thorn descended, his body was torn into pieces, and his remaining consciousness was ultimately sucked dry by the surrounding Extreme Devil Bloodflames and the spreading blood plants.
The entire great formation had become a living hell. Fewer than two hundred thousand Devil Race warriors remained, struggling desperately.
Even Feng Jie Devil Lord had been annihilated in body and soul, while Ancient Desolation Saint Devil had escaped with only a heavily wounded divided spirit. How could these low-level Devil Race warriors, whose strength had been almost completely drained, fare any better? The bloodflames surged like a tide and soon swallowed those struggling lives.
Lu Xiaotian stood motionless in the void, sensing the Buddha essence rippling among the stars. A heaven-shaking malice burst through the formation, accompanied by bloodflames surging toward the stars.
A look of surprise appeared in Lu Xiaotian's eyes. He had assumed Ancient Desolation Devil Emperor would rest briefly after slaughtering his elite subordinate tribes, but unexpectedly, the other party had eagerly launched an attack against him. It seemed that the amount of blood-fiend devil qi the old devil could absorb himself was limited—or perhaps there was another reason.
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