Chu Tian did not slow down. He did not even throw a punch.
He merely took a step forward, and the white Tribulation Sea behind him surged along with him.
The black shield exploded under the simultaneous strikes of the Five Great Treasures.
The thousands of Devil Race God Kings maintaining the battle formation simultaneously spat black blood from the backlash of the shield's shattering, their bodies hurled away by the shockwave.
Then the White Lightning surged forward and swallowed them.
More than ten thousand God Kings and Emperor Venerables were all vaporized in less than a breath.
Their screams lasted only an instant amid the roar of the White Lightning before vanishing.
Chu Tian continued forward.
He stepped over the black ashes left behind by the Devil Race God Kings, stepped over the fragments of shattered devil weapons, and arrived at the edge of the Chaos Demon Race's Black Secret Realm.
The hole he had smashed open was still spewing devilish qi. Deep inside it, Old Devil Head was struggling to crawl out from beneath the rubble.
Both his arms had been broken, and a huge dent caved in his chest. Black blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
Yet he was not dead. Fire still burned in his eyes.
He saw Chu Tian standing at the entrance of the hole, the surging White Thunder Sea behind him, the wounds still bleeding across his body, and those terrifyingly bright eyes.
"What... what the hell are you..."
Old Devil Head's voice was hoarse and low, as though he were using his last strength to ask.
Chu Tian did not answer.
He entered the hole and walked up to Old Devil Head.
His right hand reached out, and his five fingers clasped Old Devil Head's face.
Not his throat—his entire