Lin Feng, standing in the distance, was completely dumbfounded.
His mouth hung open as he stared blankly at the Black Clothed Youth, who seemed like a god of slaughter descended upon the world. His mind was utterly blank.
Th-This was way too savage, wasn't it?!
Those had been more than a dozen Demon Clan experts at the peak of the Holy Lord realm!
And they had just been... hammered to death one by one by Senior, like he was beating up his own sons?
At that moment, Lin Feng felt his entire worldview crumble.
He had always believed that battles were supposed to involve soaring through the skies and burrowing through the earth, with all manner of dazzling divine abilities and spells clashing against one another.
This was the first time he had seen someone achieve such overwhelming, utterly domineering results through pure physical strength alone!
Too violent!
Too shocking!
In merely a few breaths' time, those dozen or so arrogant Demon Clan experts had been slaughtered to the last by Xiao Yang!
The entire battlefield was left with only Mo Wuxin, a lone commander standing there by himself.
The air was thick with the stench of blood.
Xiao Yang was splattered with quite a bit of black demonic blood, yet he himself did not bear even the slightest injury.
Oh, no.
There were still a few tiny wounds.
They had been inflicted when he had forcibly withstood the Demonic Fiend Ten Absolute Formation, his skin cut open by the Bone-Eroding Powder's deadly poison coating that massive net.
Several hair-thin black lines appeared on his arms and calves.
Waves of intensely corrosive poison surged through the wounds, madly burrowing into his flesh.
Yet the terrifying poison, which could melt away even an Immortal King's flesh and bones, seemed to have