Just then...
Cheng Changyuan cast a cold glance at the Purgatory Fiends, whose tricks had been exhausted, and a trace of mockery flashed through his eyes.
"Since this is the end of your paltry tricks!
Then become this True Person's Contribution Points!"
The next moment.
Cheng Changyuan flicked a finger, and nine phantom colossal towers condensed from bronze descended upon the Purgatory Fiends, suppressing and killing them from above.
At the sight.
The Purgatory Fiends were no fools. From the vast fluctuations emanating from the phantom towers alone, they knew this strike could not be met head-on. It was truly far too terrifying.
At once!
The Purgatory Fiends instinctively scattered in all directions.
Preparing to evade the attack.
However.
In the next instant, they were dumbfounded.
For at some unknown moment, an immense force of suppression had already fallen upon them.
Their bodies could not move in the slightest.
Facing the phantom towers suppressing them from overhead, their limbs turned icy cold.
The terror of death struck straight at their hearts.
At the same time, the yellow auspicious clouds that seemed to coil around the bases of the colossal towers rapidly enlarged within their crimson eyes.
Until their vision was completely filled...
The Purgatory Fiends could not make a single movement, and were ultimately swallowed by the phantom towers.
After several successive screams, everything fell silent.
Cheng Changyuan, standing in the air, glanced over them before flicking a finger...
An invisible rhythm spread outward.
Looking again, the phantom colossal tower suddenly flickered. The runes flowing across its surface split apart, and it then divided from one into nine.
Nine bronze treasure towers manifested in the world once more.
All that remained on the spot was a patch of bloody imprints.
Not a trace of the Purgatory Fiends' remains could be