"Just this won't do. Show me something real..."
Wushe narrowed his eyes, his expression grave as he muttered.
Perhaps the actions of those motes of light had been too brazen, breaking the inherent rules of a Demon Tide outbreak and drawing the attention of higher beings;
Or perhaps those gods who existed beyond the intangible void had already planned to act at this moment.
In any case, Not long after Wushe's murmured words fell, the Blue Flame Star Domain, shrouded in black-green demonic mist, underwent another change.
An invisible force descended upon this plane measured in light-years in an instant!
Under the influence of this immense power, the motes of light drifting through the Demon Tide all slowed down, no longer acting as recklessly as before.
The situation was reversed in an instant, so abrupt it seemed like child's play, utterly defying common sense.
Yet in Wushe's eyes, this phenomenon made perfect sense.
Because the ones who had sent down their power were Demon Gods.
For beings on their level, wielding power capable of such obvious and widespread effects was only natural.
Just as a person could casually crush in one second an anthill that ants had spent days building.
Otherwise, how could those powerful beings deserve the title of gods?
What surprised Wushe was the reaction of those drifting motes of light afterward.
By his expectations, those unidentified yet fairly powerful individuals should have been firmly suppressed by the power sent down by the Demon Gods, unable to recover until they were surrounded and killed by the gathering high-level demons.
But in reality, as time passed, the drifting motes of light not only avoided being suppressed beyond recovery, but gradually shook off their sluggishness and became nimble once more.
At this point, Wushe could no longer remain calm.
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