"Heh, there's no need for you to provoke me with clever words. I am not so foolish. I will not keep you company today!"
The Evil Demon King had always been arrogant and disdainful of the living beings of this world, yet the figure standing in the air outside possessed an unfathomable aura. At a glance, he knew this was someone he absolutely could not afford to provoke.
There was no reason for him to place himself in mortal danger. Even if it meant painfully abandoning the Great Desolate Tablet, which he had spent tens of thousands of years gradually corrupting and was on the verge of fully controlling, it was still better than dying here on the spot.
The instant his words fell, the countless savage black serpents exploded and scattered like a tide, frantically fleeing toward the space outside the tablet, desperate to escape this perilous place as quickly as possible.
"Hmph. Do you think you can escape with such a petty trick?"
Seeing this, the Tablet Spirit let out a cold snort but did not move to stop him.
That was because, while fleeing, the Evil Demon King had decisively abandoned most of his demonic power to delay and restrain them, allowing him to break free from the suppression and flee at high speed.
Yet the Tablet Spirit was not worried in the slightest. He had no need to act personally.
The Tablet Spirit slowly raised his head and looked directly toward the sky outside the tablet.
Above the void, an enormous palm that blotted out the heavens had silently condensed into form. Its palm wind surged mightily, its pressure dominated the heavens, and with irresistible, overwhelming force, it fiercely seized at the black serpents fleeing in all directions below.
Under the shroud of that mysterious, immense