This malice was so direct, so irresistible, that as the Burning Heaven Divine Weapon fully locked onto the Demon Kingdom's continental fortress and its charge steadily advanced step by step, nearly all the low- and mid-ranking demons utterly broke down.
They screamed, wailed, and frantically cried out as they tried to flee—but where could they possibly run? That was the Burning Heaven Divine Weapon, capable of grievously wounding or even killing a Heavenly Venerable, of destroying an entire world—the divine light cannon that could pierce even Taixu itself!
If struck by it, even one's soul would be shattered, every possibility of reincarnation and rebirth lost. It was a weapon of annihilation that erased even the faintest stroke of luck from one's future!
[Save me, save me, Old Ancestor! Take me away from here!]
[I don't want to fight anymore! I surrender, I surrender!]
[I don't believe it, I don't believe it, I don't believe it, I don't believe it...]
For a time, the Demon Kingdom's once grim and imposing army completely collapsed, exposing an unbelievable spectacle of disgrace.
A wild dance of demons—this was surely the very scene the phrase described.
This was hardly strange.
For people could feel fear. People could flee. People could go mad, despair, and lose every last shred of spirit.
So too could evil demons.
Thus, even a Holy Demon could not ignore it.
[Hoo—]
Abruptly.
All crying, wailing, panic, and venting ceased.
The Demon Kingdom's continental fortress fell utterly silent in an instant.
Every sound, every mind, every tremor—whether sparks struck by the friction of fear, tears wrung forth by the tangled struggle to survive, or even the tide of fury born from despair in a small number of them—all vanished in that absolute silence.
It was a silence surpassing death, a malice that