The black demonic qi raging across the sky collapsed layer by layer in the void. In an instant, that eight-armed Great Heavenly Evil Demon King was ground to nothing by endless spatial edges, without even a wisp of his source remnant soul left behind.
The entire Demon Suppression Prison instantly fell into dead silence. Only the magma river below flowed slowly on, and not the slightest trace of violent demonic aura remained.
The Flame Master, standing to the side, felt his pupils shrink sharply. His body froze in place, and the shock in his heart had already surged to its peak, refusing to settle for a long time.
He knew all too well how terrifying this Great Heavenly Evil Demon King's foundations were!
This demon had lain dormant for ten thousand ages, advancing against the tide. His cultivation had long since come infinitely close to the Ancestor Realm. Even though he carried old injuries and was not at his peak, his true battle power still firmly surpassed the Flame Master, one of the Eight Ancient Lords at the peak of the third Reincarnation Realm.
Back then, to suppress this fiend, countless peak experts of the Tian Xuan Continent had joined forces in a deathly battle, paying the bitter price of innumerable lives before they had barely managed to seal him away. No one had dared claim they could completely slay him.
Even if his teacher, the Symbol Ancestor, were alive, thoroughly erasing this evil demon giant with such heaven-defying foundations would have taken him some effort. It absolutely could not have been done so effortlessly.
Yet Xiao Ling before him had done nothing from beginning to end but raise his hand with a single thought and strike casually. Relying solely on pure spatial Dao charm, he had crushed the Great